30 September

In the blink of an eye one loses focus and clarity, and all that previously appeared logical, reality, has vanished without a word. And there is no telling when this time shall come. So many days, weeks, months and years are passed without an inkling of this dramatic moment yet to be.

But one day soon all that made up your present reality will change irrevocably. The occasion is, in part, of your choosing consciously. You may participate in the dissection of your life voluntary, and in so doing minimise the shock, alleviate the pain. But, nonetheless, you will be asked to grow and change.

Life is not a matter of boxing in or staging moments to suit a whim. You cannot control a single thing without an impact reverberating further along the path. All things must needs flow, and engage in an ever changing interlude, with universal consequences unique in time and space.

When your time will come there is no telling. But if you keep tabs on subtle changes in the wind you may have forewarning with which to begin to sing a different tune freely of your own will. Keep, therefore, a view on the horizon, far and wide. Refuse to succumb to the ancient tide and narrow perspective familiar with advancing age. Remain a child in adult shoes, and walk another pace towards an unknown future, and embrace each moment you have life.

Rich are the rewards of experience and joy amidst the strife. Perfection is illusion if it can be sensed by the lower senses. Instead seek with an earnestness the higher meaning, the greater truth, and you shall move effortlessly with an inner vision clear and strong.