SHACK 912 WALK ON BY

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The impermanence of everything, the fleeting nuance of a bygone moment, a feeling, an inkling only to be lost in the nebulous cloudy misty,  filmy, diaphanous, translucent 'substance' a mystical plasma, the feel-able consciousness frustratingly intangible but very tangible to itself and beyond explanation of definition.  

Here the secret Universe arises in the mists of endless swirling spirals in the quantum anomaly arising like a breaching whale seemingly from the endless ocean depths to delight the onlooker and then slowly sink to beneath the waves and ocean. The Moon that arises, the Sun and and clouds all appearing and disappearing seemingly on some mystic journey only to conjure up the imagination as to where they may go and return and what they experience on their journey's.

 The conjuring trick, the hey presto, here now, bewildering and beguiling and no matter how much I endeavour to grasp this wonder, to captivate this in form and words, it slips to a memory and then this feeling subsides into the locker of bygone days and with age a sigh of bidding farewell and moving on to other delicacies. 

All of this coming and going reminds one of the true lesson of peace and happiness; to enjoy, accept and let go, for the very grasping can lead to concreting the experience and setting in stone only at some time this will erode, a monument in history, or a grave stone in some forgotten weed ridden entangled in undergrowth in a neglected shabby graveyard by a drab unkempt church with a sense of a lingering ghosts and foggy memories.

So let go and dance with the moving ever shifting sand dunes of time and realise that time is held by memory and they too fade into eternity and dissolve into the timeless stream and river of the Cosmic Drama in which one participates for a short while in this mortal coil and that too is fading as each day passes.

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