The Gift of Eternity

Today, as the sun shone I noticed that I felt this day would never end. All through my life, especially as a young child, this feeling has visited. I’ve come to recognise it these days as a sense of the eternity we truly are.

It’s a blessed moment where the heaviness of having to be me in the world is absent and in it’s place the dazzling variety of body sensations, sights, sounds and smells of the world unfolding and thoughts appearing as images in the mind, memories flickering like scenes from an old film, words playing out like an audio book or soundtrack and the wonderful sense of freedom that is felt in the graceful knowing that I do not own any of it, the good or the bad.

Such sweet freedom in the recognition that all of this present moment happening is the most loving present, the most compassionate gift that is given freely to all. And lest we imagine that what the present moment bestows might burden us, it is taken just as freely, kindly and compassionately.

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To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.

William Blake – Auguries of Innocence