SOC Writing _ 10.3.21

One Continuous moment

In the end all things are not for you – they are for your soul. The timing of all things relates to something else – the hole in the fabric was not filled by other – the water was not spilled for nothing – in the end all things come to pass and nothing comes to pass. The looking glass has become its own universe and the seeker and the sought are one and the same. All things return to their source and the maker and master is you. There is only this moment and then the monster will grow to its full potential – cast off its skin so it can be intimate with you – lo and behold you are a fresh child beset with all good things in the home of another – in the arms of this lover you create a new world – oodles of fun and frolic in the light of the night – a besetting upon like a train with massive momentum has taken you – old and sturdy – you pass the station and fuck in the rear – there is only this moment – cram all you can into it for it is full – full of itself – absolutely brimming with goodness – this capsule of time a potent force when you drop all other concerns and pierce it to the core – not one more consideration of future, past – NOW - in this sacred container all of you can pour out – can fight and fill your body as if it were fully animal, human, flesh, bone, skin and you are here and nothing else matters – nothing else matters – Nothing Else Matters – so be in it, thickly – thickly - full, fecund in the right place at this right time a whole life lived in 60 milliseconds – then – then and then the capsule extends itself to the following – falling through in one continuous movement of something like kayos – like the Greek gods musing to themselves about you, your life and how fleeting it is.