the Act of One

I watched a flower           a mere bud at first           blooming to its fullest           then dying to dust           I never took my eyes off the flower           and I attest that it never changed           but from bud to dust           it came and went watch yourself you'll grow and wither then to dust you'll never perceive a difference and suddenly you won't perceive at all the coming and going of things sped up many fold would appear as a tide     a to and fro     a rise and fall     a balanced liquidity of           construction and destruction the Sun sending warmth is going though to us it is arriving we exist in the nature of Simultaneous our perception is designed that Way to us there really is only now an ever present forever persistent Now memory is an echo and often times less our mind trying to retain the past and I ask what for bored with that it try's to foresee the future and I ask what for the experience you had with the flower is nature's hint that what you really can see is the Now it is always there it never changes yet all things are changing within it It's the Act of One Written March 2nd, 2002 © on Mar 02 2002 03:11 AM PST, Don Baird    0 • 10