Awareness seamlessly flows on the material Now giving rise to the illusion that Past exists: and of course nominally and colloquially it does. What this means for living creatures is that things done in this now will echo in our ensuing now, and no act is quite what it seems because the trajectories of existences that will impact the results of our actions in the flux of inevitability can not be known. The essence of "Good and Evil" concerns presumed outcomes, and well intended people are capable of great evil.
In meditation one sometimes has a feeling that might be likened to a boulder in a mountain stream: ones awareness is motionless and the flow of the stream of time around one is palpable.
Conscious Tillage of a Mystery
stampeding leaves herd
this way
now that
in search of some utopian frozen ground
wind waves crash
and pound
and hiss
and then recede
sharply as a hatchet lopping limbs
a crow call
the kettle hums a high note
the fire pops and cracks
smoke plows straight to ground
vanishing in silent impact
the inevitable rules by law of accident in fate's rich domain
conscious tillage of fate's field
is the one resource of destiny's slim province
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