You Are Here to Pay Attention

You Are Here to Pay Attention

In the end

you won’t be known

for the things you did,

or what you built,

or what you said.
You won’t even be known

for the love given

or the hearts saved,
because in the end you won’t be known.
You won’t be asked, by a vast creator full of light:

What did you do to be known?
You will be asked: Did you know it,

this place, this journey?
What there is to know can’t be written.

Something between the crispness of air

and the glint in her eye

and the texture of the orange peel.
What you’ll want a thousand years from now is this:

a memory that beats like a heart–

a travel memory, of what it was to walk here,

alive and warm and textured within.
Sweet brightness, aliveness, take-me-now-ness that is life.
You are here to pay attention. That is enough.

—Tara Sophia Mohr