Making room

Nirvana, Eden, Paradise, perfect moments are exactly that. Moments. In the glancing of a moment I get a taste of that which cannot be owned.

If I waste my time there trying to grab hold of it, trying to keep it, or make it mine in some way, it is lost to me.

It is impossible to truly convey the being of that moment. What it is. What it feels like. How I feel during and after.

It is not my moment. I am simply in that moment.

It is as if I am translucent and the light passes through me, touching every essence of my being as it does.

And that is why, when I am searching for it, I try to empty myself and make room.