20 February

In the middle of a conversation, between the ebb and flow, before the uttering of a word, and after the ears have listened in turn, there is a silence brief, but strong, in which all things be known. This is the silence of the universal note which lives eternal in its symphony of sound.

And if one took the time to ponder on this soundless sound, one would thus discover an unerring truth distilled, and pass all manner of years ahead enthralled by all displayed, without a moment’s thought of boredom, or repetition thus relayed.

In fact, aeons of time would pass in such brief time, and all the notes of spirit pure would hum of rainbow-coloured song, and yet the outer seeming would be changeless to one’s eyes, where barely would one have the chance to register a blink.

And so, if all one ever has, or knows, can be so briefly summed in such a space in time, of which no measurement is known, how to value life upon this land?

Understand that all we have is, in fact, a blink of eye, and long the lessons hard are taught until we realise, nigh, that there is naught but present time to be the all we can, and reality is only what we have at hand. Yesterday is but a dream, tomorrow a vision grand. Today, then, is the only moment within which to take a stand.

So use the silent pauses to create a life anew, and live out your wildest dreams, and see a finer hue, where this space within which all of life is now to live, is a space of beauty, peace, and joy to give.