To live completely in a new moment, you must let go of the last

Otherwise there is no space to live it

The moment is wrenched from you as the clock ticks, the heart beats, the breath moves…

We can cling to it; unwilling to let go of it. Through Love or Hate we attach to a view of the world captured in our model of what this all means. Reality does not care – it keeps moving through us at the speed of each passing moment.

Inevitably that molecule of existence has died, moment by moment, even as you read this. Never to be repeated.

Is that moment you?

For each moment to be truly revealed, in all of its glorious possibility, something has to give.

Normally, we are only present to grief when it is driven hard to the surface by a disjoint in our minds’ landscape of the eternal Now. We loose a friend, a pet, a parent, a lover. Our heart breaks as we are wrenched from an impression of the past into a distinctly different now.

How is it different, taking the next breath after this one?

Living is grieving. We are always letting go. How could it be otherwise?