The Now Continuum

Line of inquiry: “since thoughts speak in past tenses, drop mind, rely on senses, embracing and releasing, pain pangs and pleasure pleasing” My thoughts are swimming against the current, seeking, ever searching for threads into the past that will seamlessly stitch them with the present as though they were sewn by the hand of God. I laud my memories, fondly embracing each of them as they illuminate the faces of loved ones. I still hear their laughter, dry their tears of sorrow, remembering when I turned their frowns into smiles. But in reminiscing of the past, I cannot live. I hope each tomorrow will make me more aware of how to release pain to gain more pleasure in life. It's like the shedding leaves of a Maple tree in the days of Autumn, yet realizing there is worth in its bare branched limbs, for as sure as sap flows in Winter, thoughts in my mind and heart also produce sugar sweet syrup as its just reward. There's no chilly Winter when I am discontent. No moment in Spring when I need to lament Autumn leaves may fall, but it's Nature's intent And Summer is the season of personal advent. Balmy Summer ~ the season of warmer months, a time when my senses are more closely in tune and aligned with the setting of an amber sun when I sit beneath the gently swaying arms of a willow, clearing my mind of worrisome things. It's the time of year when in darkness I appreciate the soft silver glow of the full moon's shimmering light as it offers me the impetus to write rhyming tercets while watching millions of shining stars surround Luna as if she were a ring, and they her diamond baguettes. In those times, I clear my mind of all white noise to enjoy the trilling calls of meadowlarks that sing and watch the flight of tiny sparrows on the wing. It's when I shed the harness that reins me in and accept the freedom to merge and cojoin every part of my being into one distinctive tenant. One who dwells inside of me with perfect coalescence of sweet and savory, components that blend my past and present in a continuum of the here and now, sewn together with solace, creating a serene soul.