Morning Meds; 12 19 21
We cling to yesterday’s defeats and triumphs as if they will last and struggle to reach tomorrows goals.
Sadly they too shall pass.
So busy with what has been and what could be, we miss the miracle of now and the miracle of how we have the ability to wonder at all.
The Refection Point of Now
The moon above a darkened lake reflected in it ripples.
Not the image before the mirror, nor the image reflected back, but the intersection point of the two.
We seldom notice this invisible point where two become as one.
Like the intersection point of past and future, the miracle of what we call now.
Silence is the sound of now is when no echo of a thoughts of past or plans resounds.
Silence marks the intersection point of divinity and man.