Blur

Blur.  That's what time is.

Uncertain.  Anguish souls cry.

Future.  Persistently flowing like a perpetual spring waterfall.

How do souls stop chaos where the falling water splatters? To find a method for a pause and breath?  To find lucidity where the force of fluid violently rips earth into water leaving muck and foam?  Joy.  A calming?  Is it possible to create this presence in such a dynamic environment?  Even rocks melt under this formidable liquid mess.

Yet it's an element of vitality.  A gift the living can not reject.  

Multifarious. A life giving force of strength and calm.

Continuous. Stable in the midst of unpredictability.



Blur?

Choices.  The now. The present.

Time.  Freedom to spend the fractures of moments from the inside out.

Clarity.  Only with fortitude and sight from beyond.



Focus.  Clear vision flowing and emerging into reality.