in a life defined by moments - using the selective filter of hindsight - it appears to be arranged with some precision like a string of pearls.
a string of pearls comprised of moments that represent choices - and not the binary choices of childhood in which the present moving towards the future is defined by either/or, right/wrong, good or bad but the full spectrum of choices, the grey scale, the circle.
imagine the circle becoming a limitless space. timeless. without definition.
the long and full present moment.
how would you choose to fill it?
with what quality would you live your life if instead of recognizing the quality of a moment as a transitory thing in which you could do either the right thing or the wrong thing, what if you could see instead a fathomless formless space into which all these moments coalesce and become one great deliquescent moment?
oh give me wings for my back, shining wings which seek only virtue