All our moments are filled with richness;
a wealth that can be constantly tapped into;
a means for transformation.
The senses, should we choose to acknowledge them,
surround us with fragments from the current place and time in which we dwell.
Yes, there are those who do not take notice of the here and now
and choose, instead, to make the journey, blinkered, race-horse fashion,
and racing toward a destination set by others–their loss, but I digress…
Over this rich tapestry of the moments at hand,
our own consciousness layers in memories and values;
on which to attach the present to the past.
That sense of self, though, is such a fickle, fleeting thing.
That which on one day seems so clear, so solid, so real
may drift away,
subsumed, perhaps by either new events
or pushed aside by the ever-changing array of needs and wants;
the ebb and flow of daily life that often just carries us along…