It plays itself out over and over, again and again
Second by second
Chipping away at our life
So in those moments, rare as they are that I stop, sit and witness
Inhaling and exhaling one breath after another
I watch, I sense
And the living moment that is taking place around me
Exists in the presence of my being
My settled, centered, serene self
A sacred being formed from
The universal all
A human sensory mixture of woman, daughter, sister, mother, friend
and beloved
I look out from the moment of now to find myself
Surrounded by other dear ones – seen and unseen
This acute realization of the calm one and only now
Spirals in through my sense of sight, sound and feeling
As my mind and heart simultaneously
Receive messages of this sacred moment
In gratitude, I’m transfixed by the
Timelessness and groundlessness I feel
In a moment of now
I continue the mundane task
Of bathing my four year old
And a calm realization enters my consciousness…
How precious is the living moment
I open up the bathtub’s drain and hear my son’s squeal of delight
And amazement
For a change, I slow down my movement and stop to sit, to witness
his glee
As his toy Spiderman
Whirls with the centrifugal force of water draining
I smile and squeal
As I enter a child’s timeless living moment of now.
(Written January 9, 2005 about Aidan)
(Written January 9, 2005 about Aidan)
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