In the Moment

The Past.

When does it begin?

When does it end?

It’s not quantifiable or measurable,

except by people’s memories and records of it,

both of which are fallible.

The past is often

misread,

misinterpreted,

misunderstood.

All too easily forgotten,

twisted, or edited out of existence.

Many of the greatest enigmas of history evolved from the errors,

innocent or not, of humanity’s

imperfections.

What is real,

what is

true?

What is the accurate representation of me and you?

What can we know of our past that will launch us into a better future?

The answering potentialities come in a dizzying myriad of forms and possibilities.

Some viable, some not, all come up against a limitation or flaw evoking the response,

what

now

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The Present.

Life in the moment.

All we truly have is the present.

The present is always here, always now.

It is knowable, tangible, able to be experienced.

When it begins, when it ends, that still is a mystery.

But this present moment is the place where we are fully alive,

when the entire essence of our being is moving, changing, transforming.

If life is truly that--alive--it is in that split second of vibration,

that brief moment suspended between past and future,

the encapsulation of a single vital breath.

This is the place in which we see

the knowledge of the before

and power of the after

gathered to its

highest

apex.

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This shortest of intervals is where we find and establish our identities,

where there is no limit to what we can inspire and accomplish

as individuals, communities, nations, religions, cultures.

This is the space of sheer belief, miracles, creation.

This is the place in which dreams actualize.

This is the only time we have.

This present moment.

It is now.

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