there is nothing other than this, right now, and all we seem to know - each moment stands alone, even as it unfolds in continuous motion of events. We perceive in limited fashion, our senses only telling a partial story from the whole. So our world feels slow to change, that what is now is lasting past its due, lending a sense of permanence to life in constant flow. Yet our experience of now, solid in the faith of what's present, is an illusion in the light of all that shifts through time. Right now is what we have, and this is the peace found through its acceptance - but right now isn't for long, even in the depth of winter a flowers bud is given all it needs to bloom in spring. There is no reaching for a different season, no hope for extended light. There's only this moment, the experience of winters touch and a subtle growth through motion. It's innate in every aspect of life, a calm acceptance of each instant given, a bloom, and then always what falls next. Everything belong to the moment that it happens.
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Peace,
Eric
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