Lao Tzu said ‘From wonder into wonder existence opens’.
You are a miraculous intersection of time and space, being gloriously alive here, now, unlike any other moment before or after, unlike any other living creation.
Your unique, exquisitely made body is sensing through a myriad of perceptual lenses the distinct signature of this moment in time, in place. Birds are chirping in the distance, a soft breeze ruffles the tiny hairs on your arm, a cloud passing between you and the sun casts a sudden shadow, the brilliant and subtle colors of a multitude of shapes and textures clamor for your eye’s attention, you take a step and feel the pressure of the earth rising up to intersect the soles of your feet and simultaneously the faint smell of cut grass arrives aloft a sudden gust of wind…Stopping – you notice, really notice, what is here, this massive amount of information the body is collecting in this moment – can you surrender to this unique experience of overflowing sensuality that is present? Can you give yourself over to the exhilaration that arises when you listen deeply to the manifold existence that surrounds you? Realizing you are unique among the riot of color, shapes, textures and sounds that flood your awareness. You are contributing your inimitable melodic phrase among this symphony, participating fully in the wild peace that is existence expressing itself as you in this miraculous moment! Truly, something like this is occurring right now – whether you are aware of it or not!
Most of the time we are caught up in fascinations – abstract imaginings of time future or ruminations of time passed. Why do we choose to pass up the miraculous in favor of the simulacra? Perhaps such an avalanche of sensory experience is too much reality all at once, an assault on our mind’s limited capacity to interpret and file away for future advantage or protection. Most of the time, if we tell the truth, there is no real threat that isn’t imagined, there is nothing additive required to actually experience this moment fully. So why do we not give ourselves over to this invitation of life?
How long will you squander this miraculous gift of being alive in a human body? Why do you think it’s called the present?