In this moment, while watching breath and stillness dance, I notice the sound of cars on the road nearby, birds singing, and people talking. I notice the sounds of a child rising from her slumber ready to start her day. I notice oxygen which fuels my blood making possible this moment of reflection. I notice the changeless stillness within which the activity of life unfolds. I notice the death of this moment, and how it so seamlessly and perfectly births itself anew in this moment. I notice how the measured tick of my brain gives rise to my capacity to notice, interpret, and reflect upon the activity, drawing upon a story board which does not exist.
Breath and stillness continue dancing even when I do not watch. The seeming continuity of one moment to the next is a masterful illusion. Allowing this moment to remain unburdened by our ability to reflect upon the past and project into the future creates a space ripe for discovery.
In this moment, while watching breath and stillness dance, I notice eternity woven throughout the temporal nature of this form.