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.
understanding the matrix of how to move on….
inquiry for today~ when you don’t have to move too quickly- then you will know….
Each moment is fragile and fleeting.
The moment of the past cannot be kept,
The moment of the present cannot be held, however
The moment of the future cannot be caught, however
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.