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The time is now.

The location : a mysteriously beautiful hot spring high in the Yellow Mountains. Steam rolling from atop the scolding pools of mineral water. Fall is giving way to winter causing the trees to shed their pastel colored leaves into the water. The ripples that form in effect of the leaves landing on the surface hit the rock walls and dissipate. In the distance the faint sound of a young girl plucking the strings of a ghuzeng. Her hands sound steady and sure. Young birds in the trees nestle closely to their mother as the north wind sweeps the land. 

This place is filled with the most glorious energy that is overwhelming yet utterly calming. The leaves disrupting the water releasing the surface tension. Energy pours from this. The young girl practicing painstakingly for months on end. Her hands aching from the repetitive motions, cold setting in her joints, yet she remains steady and sure of each string pulled. Energy emerges from her. The adolescent birds pressed firmly against their mothers boson, knowing she just took her final breath, her soul embarks into the cosmic unknown. Energy blossoms from them. 

The universe is comprised of this energy. Where there is hot, there is cold. Where there is stillness, there is action. Where there is happiness, there is pain. Where there is life, there is death. Where there is yin, there is yang. To accept and embrace the elements of the universe is to become one with the energy that surrounds us all. Loving and appreciating every aspect. Everything happens exactly how and when it is meant to happen. There is no right or wrong time; for time is a construct of human perception.

The time is now. 
The time is always now. 


Copyright William Lamers 2017