All
of time is happening at once.
One
uniform happening is the now.
But
we are riding on the blade of space,
the
serration of experience as account.
How
one moves through this space
gives
us the illusion of a cutting edge as now,
a
linear sequencing as primary depiction,
a
constant gathering from the face off
called
life-as-living seems to slice it.
Blades
in all directions,
with
personal grips attended.
What
we have as awake, focused, attention
gives
us the blade edge in use.
How
we cut through the now
from
the blade perspective
gives
us the experience of life.
This
may be over indulged
for
the cut is only myopic
by
a fully personalized grip.
As
much as we are in the now,
we
are also part of that now.
It’s
hard to fathom the time-space of now
from
this our knief-wielding existence.
What
we have going forward
in
this illusion of timei
is,
it’s
how you slice it . . .
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