Here is the moment touched in a fleeting feeling,
And all the moments are but one,
Barely remembered.
Take this as the day’s treasure, piled unseen:
The Moments accrue.
Slowly, with a change so deep it becomes meaning, you change,
And the moments have a use.
Now there’s purpose in what you do,
An intensity of direction,
A joy and triumph of the Will.
But willpower has to be dropped:
Life lived transcends such machinations;
The clarity of the moment returns.
On, on to a clean spirit;
On,on to a clean life;
May we be beautiful in our Awareness.
A day is a pile of moments; and each moment can bring imperceptible change. Slowly we arrive at a purpose and a sense of direction, and apply our Will in that direction; but perhaps willpower is a tool, and maybe ideally we’ll ultimately return to living purely from moment to moment, doing what we do because that’s what we do.
