After three weeks of nature's guidance, I discovered how life slowed and communication flowed in present tense. Moments brought their attractions and challenges. The scents revolved among pine trees. Sounds bounded from the caves and sky. Rivers, rivulets and ponds reflected their messages.
In his poem, "Ode to the Present," Pablo Neruda advises us how to slip free and clear into the opportunity of the present moment. The here and now appears so ripe and willing, so malleable.
by Pablo Neruda
This
present moment,
smooth
as a wooden slab,
this
immaculate hour,
this day
pure
as a new cup
from the past–
no spider web
exists–
with our fingers,
we caress
the present;
we cut it
according to our magnitude
we guide
the unfolding of its blossoms.
It is living,
alive–
it contains
nothing
from the unrepairable past,
from the lost past,
it is our
infant,
growing at
this very moment, adorned with
sand, eating from
our hands.
Grab it.
Don’t let it slip away.
Don’t lose it in dreams
or words.
Clutch it.
Tie it,
and order it
to obey you.
Make it a road,
a bell,
a machine,
a kiss, a book,
a caress.
Take a saw to its delicious
wooden
perfume.
And make a chair;
braid its
back;
test it.
Or then, build
a staircase!
Yes, a
staircase.
Climb
into
the present,
step
by step,
press your feet
onto the resinous wood
of this moment,
going up,
going up,
not very high,
just so
you repair
the leaky roof.
Don’t go all the way to heaven.
Reach
for apples,
not the clouds.
Let them
fluff through the sky,
skimming passage,
into the past.
You
are
your present,
your own apple.
Pick it from
your tree.
Raise it
in your hand.
It’s gleaming,
rich with stars.
Claim it.
Take a luxurious bite
out of the present,
and whistle along the road
of your destiny.
Creative Write: Write about the present moment with Neruda's verve. Build a staircase. Climb into the present, step by step. Seize the magic and free yourself. Take a bite, another and another. Fill your page with imagery and playfulness.
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