Dropping The Anchor
As life passes by we all find our way, all the way to the very end. And then as the chapter closes and the records of old turn the page for but another round of fisticuffs to take place the tendency is to not only relish the future but take great pains to lay out the script so as not to miss a thing that which we desire. It's a fabulous deal is it not?
Sometimes, strange as it seems, there comes to be stationary movement. Out of the maelstrom of experience a perpetual moment in time becomes not only a part of our experience but of our very nature. Remaining for but a moment in time, a very brief frozen moment, everything passes by in a flash of experience that opens the door to a perpetual living existence from which to choose, or not. Of course there is no end in sight though the end becomes quite clear. In dropping the anchor all surrounds us with the offer and hand of experience. The choice is, as always, ours.
There is no past and there is no future. That all goes hand in hand with time itself which of course does not exist in and of itself. Sure, we can make and create such for our own purposes, sometimes even for the purpose and purposes of others, but that changes nothing.
As we play upon the fields of play we become self evident. 1
Purpose creates movement and in the appearance of such we become.2