That moment you throw a penny without a single thought & it lands in a cup. That moment when you think of someone you haven't seen for years, the phone rings and its them. Many of these magical moments that occur naturally & effortlessly, no mind, no control. Free. Perhaps seen as little miracles by some. Is this 'real' time? What many call 'flow'? This energy that courses through all unrestricted or limited by resistance to it. The untameable force of existence, wild yet still. As a river. As the sea. Invisible unthought of - as the breath that breathes us It cannot be broken stopped or owned yet it is in everything that has been and is. Life force. Energy. Illusive and consistent & occasionally witnessed when we are in tune. Finely tune ourselves as our own instrument - that we are & we shall experience grace consciously. Playing sweet universal rhythms unto ourselves in our forms. It can happen in a friendly game of cards or chess You can read the next move and dance the next step. The game is light of foot and heart.
Be as thou art