It sounds great in books..."be in the moment."
What happens when the last few moments seem better somehow than this particular moment? And if there is no time, just the eternal now, and if all moments are not a stream, but instead exist simultaneously, then why can't I seem to experience the good moments all the time?
Sound a little scattered? It's a reflection of this moment.
I long, linger, fear and rejoice, all at this very moment. Complex...I long for a simple answer. Yes, I spend too much time in my head. But how does one get out of this labyrinth of mind? I'm guessing it has to do with meditation, or long walks in the woods, but I feel like sleep might help. Then there are the dreams. I fight with my pillow and kick off the blanket. I am cold then hot. Resigned to sleeplessness, I light a candle and a cigarette and imagine that I am not alone, but somehow connected with another soul. In candleglow, darkness is kept at bay. I lie against my pillow and feel shared body heat, hot breath on my neck, feel the reverberation of heart in chest against my back.
What is real? What is not? It becomes nebulous and gauzy. I dream.
Until the moment I awaken.
1 comment:
Hello, while going through random blogs and found your very interesting question about 'the moment' It would seem to me that the statement 'be in the moment' has nothing to do with the perceived quality of the moment, good or bad in our judgment, but in simply being present to what is taking place, whatever it may be. The Sufi mystic Pir Vilayat Inayat Khan used to continually advise his students to have the viewpoint of the eagle while at the same time living in the crowd. He would also say that it is not a thing of the mind but of intelligence itself.
Those are a few of the things that occurred to me when I read your post.
Sincerely, Phillip
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