The greatest art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain. – Lord Byron
The heart, soul and brain all work differently.
The brain makes a decision
The heart may fight it/ jump on board
The soul may cry/ sing
To make the decision to try to truly be present in ones life is hard. Not jumping to the future, not visiting with ghosts of the past. The here, now.
Can be lonely, with out others to be here, now- as they all seem to be other places. But do we base our existence off the recognition of others? Why? ( is it just me? It is, says the monster of invisibility)
It’s hard to sustain ( but what will happen if we don’t over think the what if’s, cries the monsters of uncertainties)
It’s a strange freedom to try for ( but you do not deserve that freedom, it is for others more worthy, cry the monsters of the past as they try to chain you down)
What is the present sensation? Calm? Connected? Cold? Pain? Love? Distrust? Amazement? Distain? Joy?
Why is this sensation present? Feel it…. let it move through…. learn what you can…… let go.
So easy to say. So hard to do.
Between two worlds life hovers, like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizons verge. – Byron
Standing Still at the Speed of Light 