Imagine a moment. A single, fleeting, beautiful moment. Both sad and joyful, spiritual and indulgent, loving and destructive, bracing and taxing. Just one moment. An epiphany. A bewilderment. An essence. An ideal. A lifetime. An inception. A finality.

Instantaneous. Here and gone. What to think. How to act. Do I reach back for it? The memory but a shade. Or do I allow it to propel me, forward? The memory an accelerant. Or do I ignore it? See it as a vain or idle fancy, here to mislead.

Today if / when this moment comes and goes (infrequently but nonetheless) I don't believe we give it its due. We don't take the time (and implied effort) to contemplate, consider its depth of meaning, or its lack. We don't ask the questions asked above. We are too busy being busy to examine how it may help, or hinder. Often we do not even feel or hear its reverberation for the more strident urgencies screaming all around us demanding our immediate attention. Perhaps some never recognize this moment beyond the actual moment. On occasion it comes on its own. With preparation and focus and some luck, one can also on occasion summon it. It is sad that there are those who may never experience any semblance of this moment before perhaps their final moment. And even then, with no practice, will they see it for what it is?

… A single, fleeting, beautiful, infinite moment.