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Gedicht: The presence

All my life I felt the presence,
of life itself surrounding me,
wherever I went,
whatever I did,
or refused to do.

I always felt the presence,
of life itself surrounding me,
asking me to be present too.
So I present myself to life.
For presence is all that matters.

And being absent,
is like refraining from life itself.
All that will have mattered in the end,
is whether I was present,
while I was alive.

To be present in the moment,
is the greatest gift to yourself,
others and the world.
That's why it’s called being present,
it means being here,
to share the gift of your presence,
with others and the world!

B.R. '16