Bubbly Waters
July 9, 2010
And so the paradoxical truth is that tomorrow never comes, yet it is always arriving. We yearn and long for that next opportunity, the next dawn, the next tide rushing in, the hope of what is yet to be.
It will never come.
If we were to truly understand this, we would panic.
We would feel rudderless in a turbulent sea. “How can I make change? How can I move ahead? How can I find shore?”
Within the boat that is, we have an endless moment, a new awakening with each breath.
And if we were to truly understand this, we would panic. We would feel overwhelmed with the tsunami of what is, the magnitude of the moment.
And in this moment, we have the infinite power to create, to seize the always-arriving dawn, to ride the wave of Now.
If we truly understood this, we would aptly say: “I am a magician.”
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