Just this much..
"To be truly present, all you have to remember is just this much!"
Holding his thumb and index finger apart about the length a spark might jump, just this much, just this eternal instant, just the living truth.
When memory falters, we are forced back into the living present, where life is to be lived. The past is irretrievably departed, only this morning's sun, only that love across the table.
Just this much remains.
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inspired by Stephen Levine's Turning Toward the Mystery