What is the quality of your attention?
Does it stray or does it stay? Here? Right now?
Would you say that it flickers like a flame over a hot coal, glowing in the darkness of the night?
Do you think that staring into space qualifies for your attention?
Is it right to ignore present company and replace it for someone else, somewhere else, who could be here with you now, also being ignored? How many of you phubb?
Do you listen when you’ve been spoken to? Do you hear what’s been said?
Are you a receptacle of the moment, or are you chasing your own shadow?
Be here now before we are no more.
What is the quality of our attention?