My life is not this steeply sloping hour,

in which you see me hurrying.

Much stands behind me; I stand before it like a tree;

I am only one of my many mouths

and at that, the one that will be still the soonest.

I am the rest between two notes,

which are somehow always in discord

because death’s note wants to climb over-

but in the dark interval, reconciled,

they stay here trembling.

~Rilke

understanding the matrix of how to move on….

inquiry for today~ when you don’t have to move too quickly- then you will know….

centered in purity

Each moment is fragile and fleeting.

The moment of the past cannot be kept,

however beautiful.

The moment of the present cannot be held, however

enjoyable.

The moment of the future cannot be caught, however

desirable.

But the mind is desperate to fix the river in place:

Possessed by ideas of the past, preoccupied with

images of the future, it overlooks the plain truth

of the moment.

The one who can dissolve her mind will suddenly

discover the Tao at her feet, and clarity at hand.

~Lao Tzu