What is that feeling?
That moment when all moments become one
When time slows to a halt
And desires float away on air
Nothing to achieve
Nothing to do
Nowhere to go
No one to see
Every moment is valid
Every heart beat is creating, not out of obligation
But of choice
The primordial soup
The pinnacle of human experience
The last moment of existence
And the last moment of this world
Are all equal and interchangeable
The baby finds the first recognizable sounds
The aged forms the last words of a life
It is the feeling of Spirit
When the divine and one's higher self laugh and enjoy the show
Scott Robinson
August 2004
