Moments

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Moments

 

Wait a moment. This new dawning day, turning the globe of

its planetary way, a million souls wake up or fall to sleep or

making love die, or making war live though dead. A million

dreams turning as if real. Yet nothing is real without your

moment. All is waiting your moment of cognition to become

your sight. Waiting this moment to be you. Your moments

that are the only reality of this one creation. A perfectly

selfish actuality of you, that is your one and only existence.

Your moment. Your creation and ‘nowing’ of the universe

beyond the dream of time. In all the myriad worlds of space

and period, there is only this- Your moment.

 

Wait upon this moment, and waiting be, the patience of the

blossom. Movement in rest. Stillness in motion. Your

creating way and door of you. The desire, conception and

consummation of you. The ‘I Am’ found again to

moment-make this universe of your being, and so becoming,

are you, that you become the source and memento of this

infinity of Yes. This opening of Loves awareness to be the

whole happening of your moment. This loving into

substance, born in this your moment.

 

A moment does not exist until you live within it. A world has

no reality until you are the dawn, day and sunset of you, as

this, your moment. You are the perfect day of creation,

inherent in the instant of your recognition. Your holy

instant, perfectly realized and wed to wonder. The

undiminished uncovering of your self created holiness. This

twinkling awakening of eternity in your eye of

remembrance. A magic fulfillment, in font and fountaining.

A recollection of your self created seed and bloom. The

pollination of you. The coming of your creation in this

thunder flash of breathing here and now. Your cosmic

pause and manifestation. This complete realm and crowning

glory of your moment.

 

Alpha and Omega of you, and a You before all lesser Gods,

and you were, and are, and ever will be this moment. Never

was there a beginning of this you and moment. Never was

there, and will be an end to this you, and instant. You are

the happening of Now. All happens now, for you are the

Now of all creation. Never was or will be anything going on

but you, going on in this moment. The flower of your

abiding moment of eternal consciousness. This you, this

moment.

 

Trains of thought arrive and pass. All is passing away like

this. There are no stations to this cross. For your moment is

the radiant crucifixion. The intersection of timelessness, and

time passing, and arising resurrected in this, your moment.

Your momentary recreation of this wholeness of you, and

being of this ‘now’, as you happen, and endless spheres of

lotus blossoms become full in your reality. Occurring here

and there, as worlds without number as you awaken to

your moment.

 

We speak of passing and returning. We speak of coming and

goings. Yet there is only this going in and coming out of

your cognition, the ignition and sentience of this your

wonderment. We feel the passage of all change, and change

not our center, the hearts nadir and apex, its midpoint of all

that is the gravity of God in this your moment.

 

Nothing can exist but you, and all exists in your acceptance

of this. You are the river and it source. The current and the

ocean that all passing things run to. The bottomless well of

life arrives and leaves to be visible in this your creating and

created moment. This you. This instant. This moment.

This speaking word of truth as the only moment of your

eternal and attentive presence, in this seamless being of

your only Life, this moment. This You.

 

love

 

eric

 

 

 

Copyright 2002. Eric Ashford.