Yesterday's Gone
Don't stop thinkin' about tomorrow, it'll soon be here better than before. Yesterday's gone, yesterday's gone. ~ Fleetwood Mac I know this. That there is only this now moment, moving, ever moving. We call it life. We call it Love. We call it whatever It means to us, but it is divine sprit moving in, through, and as us, moving us ever forward into a greater expression of who and what we are. I choose to move, to dance, to be all that I can be. I surrender to the greater idea which desires to birth itself in me. I choose to dream, to vision, to envision a greater world which as each tomorrow becomes today, I say "Yes, this is my world," and "Yes, this is what I see." I surrender to its unfolding in perfect ways, knowing I don't need to know how, or why, but just that it is and it does out-picture in exactly the way it needs to be, and that all that comes from this realization leads us from where we were in the last moment to where we are...