It is beautiful and fragile and I keep trying to grasp it.
The moment, that flicker of beauty, the taste of an apple. I keep trying to take it all in and not miss it. But I continue to stumble, falling short. Not knowing how to inhabit my life in such a complete way.
This was not taught in school, or at home, or at work.
This elusive thing is maybe, possibly, only taught by children, small enough to know this secret– that there is enough time to play, that life is full of small wonders and delights, that feelings can pass through you and over you like clouds, that to attach to one thing, anything, for too long is unnecessary and not useful.
The next moment has already arrived.