The sun shines brightly on the clear cold morning – two worlds coexisting. The bite of the air bruises the lungs, the radiance so sharp it blinds. The breath in through the nose is cool and numbing. The breath out through the mouth is vaporous, warm. Freezing and thawing in the same instant. Everything is always present: there is no past nor a future that doesn’t exist in the Now. All that we have been, and all that we are yet to become focuses like a laser into our presence. May we find fulfillment in this moment, for there are no others. We are Present, and we are the Presence. We are Grateful. Blesséd Be, and Amen.
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