Moment's Notice

The angel up ahead is met in the alchemy of the moment.

Breaking from automatic response, a seed of curiosity changes our course. We step out of clock time and enter into intimate presence: Momentousness!

Precious momentousness, Succor to the weary, Is the golden bread of the Soul.

In clock time, fossil forms predetermine our thoughts and actions. Hence the debate about free will: When we experience life from inside the cage of our inherited earthly appearances, our experiences of our will is as apparent ruse.

Our will is never free until some glimmer of consciousness reminds us to divest from the world out there and remember the source of our life within. A moment's notice.

Invisible reorienting. The mind sheds the skin of the apparent like a snake molting. Our rough scaley interface with what we perceive is renewed and we are born again.