January 12, 2006

Are, Am, Now, Alive, Smiling

Time can be a limiting concept. Sitting here tonight I think of time in the past sense. Memories flood the mind.

But when riding, time literally morphs. It releases the limitation of pastness and embraces the everything of presentness. It gourges on a presentness blending into a future that swiftly is our now.

I imagine time on a ride as a sphere compressing and expanding until past, present and future blend into a single sensuous now. Every sense is heightened. The air, the wind, the sun, everything that surrounds us becomes part of us.

We are the wind: we are the sun. We are. Are, am, now, alive, smiling.

1 comment:

  1. Wow. It's dark outside now, but reading this post I think I feel the sunshine.

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