trusting now, that each moment will hold exactly what it will - and nothing more until another moment follows. This is the infinite patience of nature, of a seedling in trust that a bloom happens in a time of its own, or a stream's caress of every stone in its eventual reach of an oceans shore. It's this moment alone, just as, and without addition of a wish for things to be other. There is a fluid course of time, motion lent to singular awareness - this is how we view a lifetime, moments strung from point to point. Yet to know that each instant is as well a never again experience of totality, complete in all of its variables, not one aspect able to ever be repeated - than our trust too is infinite. We have returned to the present moment of nature.
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Peace,
Eric
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