Today’s Time Tunnel

To mine my time, pickax dragging behind me, but that is a metaphor too heavy. I cannot go down time tunnels this day.

Does the sea oat ever hesitate? Consider saying no to the breeze blowing by? Like water through rock I think not.

And in a moment, my mind’s eye leaves the sand of the sea oat for stream side, water and rock in solitary flow.

Water gives life to the 10,000 things and does not strive….*

Mine is not the soliloquy of water through rock, not yet. And when it is, will that be my enlightenment?

As is often true, it is a smile that shocks most, and I return to the moment I have, even if it is not the one where my mind rests, not yet.

I am fond of revisiting my day with the sea oat as much as the mountain stream, both moments years ago, maybe because I no longer struggle to stay. I see them for what they are, side trips, okay time tunnels, ending in the moment I am in, this day.

And the pickax awaits as household chores, working on my book,or both but it has lost its heft of a moment ago. Together we flow, bend, move through.

Openness is like the wind. 

If you open your doors and windows,

it is bound to come in.

(Chogyam Trunpa)

 

*(Tao Te Ching, Verse Eight)

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.

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