Each day is its own arrangement of moments, like grains of sand in an hourglass. Twice a day—noon and midnight–the hourglass turns, and the sands tumble until each grain erodes into nothingness.
Such sand sees not the light of more than one day for no thing and no one—nothingness–is the daily mandala. Each one is its own design, and at day’s end, the sand vanishes.
Days come and go and need not me but I am glad to be. Their hourglass design confines the sands that are my lifetime, each grain a moment.
It takes focus and practice this creating nothingness, filling a day’s design, and just as the last grain drops into place, getting a moment’s glimpse before it is gone.
“Attention is the beginning of devotion” Mary Oliver wrote. Indeed, it is. I can never know the design of the day until it is done but in focusing on each grain–staying with the experience–I am rewarded with the colors of the day. No hue is ever spared.
Aim for Even posts offer equanimity a dose at a time. No day or dose is ever the same, even if the aim is. You may read about the origins of Aim for Even here or on this site’s About page.
sometimes in meditation, my ego-awareness drops out of gear for a brief moment, and it seems like I am punching a hole in time. it never lasts long, but just knowing that hole is there, I know I am not a prisoner of time.
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