The edges of now

There are moments when life offers glimpses of otherness in the midst of the now. The nudges of future possibilities sending whispers back to the present. I have a sense of changes ahead, with all the wonder and challenge that can bring.

I re-read a journal entry this morning that was taken from
'Time To Be Real', in Ben Okri's Mental Fight:

Allow uncontemplated regions
Of time to project themselves
Into your sleeping consciousness,
Inducing terror, or mental liberation.
Much as death-confrontation
Paralyses some with despair
Makes others poison
Themselves with emptiness
But releases in a fortunate few
A quality of enlightenmen
A sense of the limited time we have
Here on earth to live magnificently
To be as great and happy as we can
To explore our potential to the fullest
And to lose our fear of death
Having gaines a greater love
And reverence for life
And its commensurable brevity.

So it is with this moment,
A gigantic death
And an enormous birth.
This mighty moment,
In timelessness