O, in this single hour I live
All of myself and do not move.
I, the pursued, who madly ran,
Stand still, stand still, and stop the sun
What a beautiful invitation to slow down and be still. We spend so much of our lives madly chasing that which only comes when we are stopped dead in our tracks by life. The cracking of the grand ego and its illusion of control. The birth of something simple and real. What point is it to live a long life that is not really yours? Oh to live a single moment as my most whole and authentic self. One single moment as my deepest me. My deepest me is God.