I was born to livewhile dying.
Today will be yesterday soon enough, and tomorrow will always be tomorrow; there is naught but now and what has been, and the potential of what may be, and in our ending only have we any guarantee.
We can each seeour own endingif we just have the courage to look.
What becomes of uswhen we walk awayfrom who we were?When we pause themoment that's keeping timefrom heartbeat to heartbeatand breath to breath?Or when we hold ontowhat is letting go? Where do we gowhen we exhale –what do we leave behind?In the end, what is left,when there’s nothing left to give?
Holding the moment stillwhile I move through it,watching time unfoldin the colors of life,I get a sense of beingless of myselfand more of you.
What is it that holds you and I together? What is it that we are? That we aren't? Those things of you and of I that make us who we are separate different independent alone are the same things that make us one ... Continue Reading →
Order... Chaos... Reflections of each other and then only illusions.
One day One lifetime Washed away in One moment
My time is short, but it is mine, and in waiting for what may be, I lose what I have; do not make me wait, for I will not, for I cannot afford the loss of this moment when the next one isn’t guaranteed. I will take what I can hold, and this is only... Continue Reading →
I do nothingwhen there’s nothing to be doneyet in nothing’s doingI yet have done.