and rightdoing there is a field.
I'll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass
the world is too full to talk about.”
I suppose there is a last time for everything as well. Each unique moment arises and passes away within the flow of eternity, so quickly that we can't actually grasp it.
Usually I complete a piece and let it go. Last week, I came to a point where I realized there was much more to say about the notion that there is really Nothing Special, that each moment of experience is No Big Deal. I judged the commentary as incomplete. Sigh.
Which brings me to the Present. Sort of...