No Next Thing

What if I listen for guidance inside,
Like a benevolent presence on the Earth
Noticing what needs care
Or simply seeing everything with love,

Never feeling the pressure of a next thing
Because all of my being is poured into this.

I can devote myself to this writing
Because nothing is excluded.

The sounds of the house,
The light from the window,
The soft flannel shirt on my body,
The corner of the couch,
The wonder of a daughter and husband
Sleeping upstairs,
All hold and accompany me.

Nothing is waiting.