Music That only happens once

To live in the instant is a virtue.

It is said that “there is only one instant, and it is right now, and it is eternity.”

Yet for all of the hallmark cards, spam emails telling us to live life and quotes,

 who’s wisdom can impart depth in a simple sentence.

we forget.

we live in worry, in the future, in failed plans, in judgement.

It shouldn’t be that complicated, to simply live.

To be present in mind.

To gaze across the room and absorb the sights paying close attention to the saturation of color, and hues that softens our eyes.

To smell aromatic scent of fresh rice wafting through the air towards us, each instant of recognition bringing us back to the days when our mothers, who’s cooking we yearn for in a forgotten past, comforted our skinned knees and simple fights we had with our best friends.

Our senses are always there, reminding us to stay, here.

and yet our mind,

like a kid who snorted lines of pixie sticks,

 just wont stay put, must wander.

Carried off on a tangent of hyperlinks like a webring who’s circumference will take a lifetime to traverse.

But Music, Live Music forces me to sit, listen and wait.

Music who’s intensity is too much for my eyes and before i know it I’m blind lost in a world of bending colors, spiking and dropping hues switching through the spinning color wheel on a background of blackness in my mind.

My heart pumps in rhythm matching the timing as if my soul and the sounds become one vibration, continuing to space, sounding through the galaxy together forever entwined in a continuing moment.

And, its over.

 Music too beautiful to be recorded, only becoming real in a moment of time never to be reproduced.

And I am thankful.

Without words, without alerts, spam or quotes, 

I’ve been reminded of what it means to live in the instant.