The sweet lure of memories nearly represents the “Siren Songs” attributed to Mermaids, as it draws us back into pleasurable moments, with the desire to relive them even more fully in the now! So clearly etched in mind, recording the smallest detail.
Heart, mind and spirit refuse to acknowledge time, requiring the moment to be suspended like a lingering thought, floating in limbo with a strangely familiar flavor. You can taste memories. Did you know that? Some are ultra-sweet, while others remain bland or sour.
Now has no memory, full of surprises, twists and turns. Each presents itself with no apparent fanfare, challenging the ability to respond with abandon to a greater force. Those choosing to be in the moment are unaware of time, tasting the new essence of life as it unveils itself like the petals of a rose in bloom.
There is a magnetism to experience each morsel passing, sucking the last droplet leaving nothing to waste. No routines present themselves as this depends on the past. Thoughts powerfully explode creating visions of desire, which then reveal themselves in the next moments.
Many aimlessly wander into the endless quagmire of memories, unconscious of the elixir of the now. Absentmindedness rules that the exact experience they most desire to recall was the present at one point. What has become blurred is that being in the moment is what dwelling in the past is trying to resurrect!
Constant moves forward into the known and unknown infuse the spirit with unquenchable fire. Mind, body and heart are constantly rejuvenated by the continued journey. Weariness becomes energy as weakness creates strength. Focus constantly refines direction as signposts remain non-existent. Life is completely exhausted, reborn inside each subsequent moment.
Beauty, colors, aromas, experiences are original, unique, belonging to that instance never to be completely the same. Words inaccurately attempt description. Thoughts clearly reveal with preciseness yet have no vocabulary.
Music, woven together with spirit inspires the moment with each rendition in complete defiance of the past. Phrases multiply with unparalleled feeling, moving beyond limitations of definitions.
Memories are the hiding place for those who relinquish the power of the present. Waiting for an ending opposed to constant beginnings. Each day not only births a renewal of time, but multitudes on new moments which in turn give life to now!
The treasure chest containing those golden moments of yesterday, grow dim compared to the undiscovered gems hidden inside now’s next segment. Eyes may lose clarity while thoughts do not. Life lives now, slowly dying while starving immersed within memories.
Ahh…what temptation attracts us to linger, unconscious of impending ends. Encouraging are those refusing but to begin. Reluctant whimpers sound aloud heard from those uninspired. Too much effort complain all those of whom it is required. Eyes bright toward the newest are those bold, with vigor in their hearts. Ever ready with expectancy, never refusing to depart.
A diversion we call memories seems to many a necessary must. When it’s likely these are the ones who have finally grown up! Those in the present don’t mark the passing of time. Youthful mindset is their prize.