T H I S … How can T H I Sever be a repeat?
The ever movement of Being, the undulations, the buoyancy, the morphation, the aliveness ………… How can this EVER be a repeat?
Too often we sully now with then, dulling what IS NEW, dragging in to this moment what went before as if repetition were ever truly possible. We blanket over the moment with grievances old, forgetting to look, to see, and to really BE in and as this moment. This moment, that will never, can never, be a repeat.
Uttering forth sentences that grip on to stories of a previous now (for they are stories), we forget to clean our gaze, to cleanse our tongue, to open our eyes, and to look as if for the very first time. Forgiving any acrimonious sticking points, and just loving what is here. New, in THIS moment.
There may appear to be surface repetition – Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday… Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday … Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday … – but NEVER is it a repeat.
Always NEW, yet always something.
Through it, at the heart of every moment, is the rippling beam of that which IS.
– The IS-NESS, that never expresses the same.
– The IS-NESS, that can never be stuck on repeat.
– The IS-NESS, that will never not be.
Instead of grasping on to this current form, can we move with it ………………. In AWE of what is always new? Instead of wondering at how it will be, can we stand in wonder …………….. In WONDER at the ever spontaneous arising?
This is new. Let this be new. EXPECT it to be new – Unencumbered by thoughts of old.
With a tenderness of gaze, clear in its seeing, clean in its speaking ……………..
We are, now – NEVER a repeat.