Do you ever find yourself deeply immersed in something, inspired, rearing to go, making elaborate plans. You think, I love this moment, the way I feel in it. Maybe it will last.. forever. Only to be getting over it before it's even over. You can see it leaving. It's on it's way out, and you want to call it back, invite it to stay. You're holding on to it, knowing this is the pattern of your life, and potentially life itself. You think about people you've known who have continued to live in a phase and you wonder how. You've always just been passing through. When you exit yet another realm of created self you wipe off the clutter of sight and sound. You become quiet, clean and simple again. You were a painting being made, and now you're a blank canvas again. It was a beautiful picture. You loved it's ethereal hues and poetic curvature. The way the light danced through the wind and flowed through your hair. The sounds of heaven rang in such a way, but as all things, we are being created every moment, every second. If we're honest we can never stop being created. We can never live in a moment too long, or it will begin to burn. Like the brilliance of spring sun, summer sun lies heavy and thick. We become cautious and seek shade and solace, which leads to other and new ventures. We look back, usually only remembering the good in every moment, nomatter how bad it seemed sometimes. It amazes me. It comes as no surprise, that we move on, everytime, growing through, owning nothing, becoming all the things that are still unknown.
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