January 18, 2007
Surrender to this moment.
This moment is the stuff of life.
Memories are past, both the good and the bad.
Fears define events that have not yet happened, and worry drives away simply being.
Live in this moment, at this time, when life takes place.
It will not take place. It has not taken place. It is taking place.
The being here, the being alive, and the am of “I am” are all happening now.
Now is never and forever, both fleeting and eternal.
Now is the gift of life spreading its wings in glad bestowal.
Now is now.
If you live for this moment, you live in every other part of time.
If you live in the past, you are not alive now. Unmourned sadnesses taint the joy of birdsong as memory recalls absent others, a recollection diminishing the self.
If you fear the future, the moment is infected with suspicion as you seek out the harbingers of doom in trivial disappointments.
Now is everything, but it is also nothing. It is none of the past and yet it is all of the past, the tip of the spear of time needing everything that led up to this moment to be itself.
Ride the moment bravely and in passion. It is where you are most alive. It is where children play and where silence fills the forest.
There is much room in this moment as you are empty of your past.
I am in this moment being me.
Painting: “Sunlit Poetry” by Carrie Graber