Karma (Snippet)

I’m laughing with my mom. We’re floating in a gentle breeze of fall-colored winds. There are sparrows and it’s another spiral dance. They sing around us, swinging in loops. I’m trying to tell her that this never ends. She’s laughing too. The swift yellow winds move energy in and out of us. Our emotions are in rhythm with the weather- she doesn’t realize it yet. I tell her about the infinite present, how there’s nothing outside the now, but she keeps talking about the past. She laughs louder. I’m smiling back at her, witnessing her eternal presence light up with bliss. The winds turn orange as our dynamic shifts again. Don’t you remember how cute you were as a baby? She giggles. Her aura glows white as she speaks, oblivious to the fact that she is the one in control of the light inside her. She focuses her energy on the beauty of the ripples that manifested the now rather than embracing the now itself. Her love for the past makes her a prisoner of the present, and all I can do is watch her glow without realizing it. She doesn’t realize that all the time we spend reminiscing we’ll never be able to reuse to create something new. For all we know there’s no life after death and we’re wasting time focusing on anything other than the present. You make me laugh Mom. I express for the millionth time. She laughs even more because she knows that in my paradigm she’s just as funny as she is in hers. If only we spent more time laughing at our differences rather than arguing over them. [The vision blurs as I dwell on the illusion of anything outside the present existing]