Presence is a superpower. To be present is to make the drifting idea of now into something malleable. Maneuvering it into something that isn’t still and stoic, but a wet clay that can be shaped into anything the heart desires in that exact moment. To be present is to know your heart’s desires the instant their screamed. And to trust them. Turning on the faucet of one’s energy and letting it flow freely. Understanding and honoring this moment that your faucet energy is cleaning, and turning it off when it’s cleaned. Presence is the ultimate art of life. How do you turn the air the way you want it turned, the way you need it turned, In the snap of the fingers? Some say conscious decisions and rigorous practice make for the perfect presence. But, I think it’s the lack of conscious choice that makes the best presence. Turn on the faucet and let god speak through you. It learns without trying. It understands without thinking. It writes without reading. Seeds don’t choose to grow roots. They don’t choose to blossom. And yet, the flower is beautiful. Because it does what is spoken through it. Through the channels its been given as being born as that specific flower. It trusts its now. And basks open and proud in the sun. Present. It trusts now. And wilts away for all to see under the spotlight moon. Proud to have blossomed. Proud to have wilted. Proud to be. Present. Be like the flower, and everything will be as it’s supposed to be. Presence is the magic that makes life life. Let go. And be.