Sometimes I stop and look at a cloud and wonder at its simplicity and its perfection. My heart wants to hold this ideal but nature teases me with an ever changing aspect of perfection.
Sometimes I wish I could keep the memory of a sunset, a breeze or a single flower in my heart, but the memories fade only to be replaced by new exciting variations of whatever theme holds my fascination.
Where do I find the peace that my heart yearns for? It is here, in the infinite moment, the narrow space between the past and future. Peace is in the living, dynamic moment upon which all imagination, dreams and hopes are built. The moment contains the raw silent roar of creation in progress. |