Guest guest Posted March 6, 2002 Report Share Posted March 6, 2002 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. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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