Your mind can go anywhere,
but the hardest place is here.
It's not hard as in difficult,
but it is hard as in it requires much restraint.
The past brings familiarity.
The future brings hope (and fear, anxiety, and uncertainty).
Our thoughts often oscillate easily anywhere but here.
The brain seems keen on dwelling there;
the past or the future.
The next commitment,
or the last offense.
Yet here... now, it's actually what is real.
Isn't it?
The past was real at one time,
but never will quite be in such a way again.
And the future will be real at some point,
but never until it becomes now.
The current moment, though,
once and if we can accept it-
it's quite perfect.
Isn't it?
Not that there might not be things we wish we could change,
but in the acceptance of the present-
of the way things are-
exactly the way they are-
if we can see them for what they are-
it's quite perfect.
Isn't it?
Our ability to see.
To breathe.
To exist.
To be.
To feel.
To love.
To be grateful.
To be afraid.
To suffer.
To mourn.
What if I trusted myself?
The moment?
The universe?
YHWH?
Even in darkness,
is our capacity to see the light not broadened?
Is the depth of our ability to realize love not made known by its absence?
Did the Lord forsake Job?
Did the Lord forsake Jonah?
Did the Lord forsake the Israelites?
Did the Lord forsake Christ?
Have you been forsaken?
Or have we not faced the moment with faith?
Seen it as it is.
Accepted it.
And realized,
It's quite perfect.
Isn't it?
Here. Now. The only thing that is.
Exactly the amount of sacred as you see it as.
This reality awaits always.
Void of nothing but you, now.
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