Think about that, but only for a second. Don’t linger on what it means or whether you understand it. Let go of your thoughts, allowing your mind to just roam freely, jumping from here to there, somewhat like a butterfly darting from one blossom to another.
Yesterday, in fact the very last second just before you read this word is gone. Dead. Past. Apply whatever passive verb or word you choose, it’s just gone. So why is it so many fight desperately to hang on to what is dead? The hours spent wading in what was. Recalling those moments of glory, that really can’t be recalled with exactitude at all anymore.
Tomorrow is nothing but an illusion, continually pushed in front of what is. It’s a great deal like fear, knocking on your door that when, and if, opened, finds nothing more than empty space. An excuse in many instances to avoid doing something now, in the present, for lack of really knowing what it is that’s supposed to be accomplished.
Now is that fleeting instance between then and there. It’s here then immediately lost. You never get back now. Action is a now word relating to a difference made in the flash of a moment. What an amazing sensation to take ahold of now and have a meaningful ripple in the fabric of all that is.
The past can never be changed with any effort. The future is completely illusive. Is the struggle for the present moment or that of dust? Minds unconsciously stay in those confines, avoiding action in the present, preferring nothing in place of something.
Where were you just now? Caught up in thinking about what you just read, or deciding what might be written next? Is there a challenge to respond, even agree to any truth?
Attempting to plan a response is already lost in what should be spontaneous. Right or wrong belongs in a different realm and is not related to now. Let it free to flow, just as water does not wait for the right moment. Perfect does not exist. Once past, future and perfect give way to the reality of now, you will have entered the present.
