Do not wander in time just yet. I want to catch your thought.

How thin is the present moment: It flows along between the past and the future,

flashing into existance.

 

How does it feel to witness the creation? Perhaps you though it happened long ago.

How does it feel to be on the crest of a wave?

How does it feel to be a wave blown upon the cosmic sea by a spirit wind?

How does it feel to be a Spirit wind blowing up waves of form on the cosmic sea?