We
are all managers of each momentary setting
as
if presumed to be storefront depiction specialists
with
director’s results already in the can of our minds
and
a projectionist’s confidence for audience’s views.
All
natural accounts readied beyond the rehearsals,
each
moment, new stage, newly peopled as watchers.
The
reality interview ad nauseam going forward.
Each,
a celebrity of self-awareness, in access and excess.
Self-consciousness
demanding performance results.
Mindfulness,
a preoccupation towards presentation skills
helped by a streetwise sense of
cognizance.
Everyone
is looking for the innocent heart of a flower
in
spite of the centerpiece table setting’s first view.
Everyone
is wanting the inviting electric environment
of
chaos’s authenticity presence but without the necessity
of the guardedness generally
required as our screening process,
sort of topsy turvy in a ground/figure way.
It
was never the ring, the setting, or the occasion
but
always the facets, light reflected inviting.
So much hustle and bustle
surrounding the secret of silence
in the stillness of each of us.
Permission to
come from within however evoked,
managers not withstanding . . .
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