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"There is nothing to hold on to in this world. The world of
form is impermanent. It can all be taken away within the blink
of an eye. If you have lost something you love, you will know
this to be true.
The infinite moment of ' Now' is the only thing that never
goes away. It is always. Once the moment of 'NOW' is
deeply tasted, we know it to be the only experience, which
connects us to what is True.
When we project ourselves into the past or future we usually
do so out of fear or hope. We take ourselves out of the flow
and acceptance of 'what is happening ' in the moment. The
'Tao Te Ching' tells us that hope is as hollow as fear... They
are both phantoms. The Master doesn't seek fulfillment. He
does not seek, nor expect, he is present in the 'Now' and
can welcome all things.
When we are not in the presence of 'Now', we believe
something else to be more real than God… We have a
desire for something and the notion we might have control in
having that something or not. When we go more deeply into
the 'Now' we come to realize all of life is controlled by that
which is life itself. Consciousness/God, is the infinite
moment of 'Now'.
The future belongs to the future and the past to the past.
The present moment of 'Now' is all there is and ever will be...
Everything else fades in time within the infinite.
'Now' is the gravity that holds creation within it's infinite self.
Sheilan
| NOW is Infinity |
No single thing abides, but all things flow.
Fragment to fragment clings; the things thus grow
Until we know and name them. By degrees
They melt, and are no more the things we know.
Globed from the atoms. Falling slow or swift
I see suns, I see the systems lift
Their forms; and even the systems and their suns
Shall go back slowly to the eternal drift.
Thou too, O Earth- thine empires, land and seas-
Least, with thy stars, of all the galaxies,
Globed from the drift like these, like these thou too
Shalt go. Thou art going, hour-by-hour, like these.
Nothing abides. The seas in delicate haze
Go off; those mooned sands forsake their place;
And where they are shall other seas in turn
Mow with their scythes of whiteness other bays.
Fragment to fragment clings; the things thus grow
Until we know and name them. By degrees
They melt, and are no more the things we know.
Globed from the atoms. Falling slow or swift
I see suns, I see the systems lift
Their forms; and even the systems and their suns
Shall go back slowly to the eternal drift.
Thou too, O Earth- thine empires, land and seas-
Least, with thy stars, of all the galaxies,
Globed from the drift like these, like these thou too
Shalt go. Thou art going, hour-by-hour, like these.
Nothing abides. The seas in delicate haze
Go off; those mooned sands forsake their place;
And where they are shall other seas in turn
Mow with their scythes of whiteness other bays.
On The Nature of Things
Poem by Lucretius
Poem by Lucretius
