The tidal soup of never ending expectancy

it never ends
it comes each day in its little packages called
present moments.
Each one packed with its own
weather
its own heat
its own set of relative circumstances
We stand there waiting for it to appear daily
we shower for it even
we dress up our humble little body suits and clean our teeth for it all
each day.
each moment
each second and first.
We do what we can to be clean to recieve it, we shine our tooth bones
we pop on smellies even so we dont stink.
The progression of time is expanding Iv e heard.
Its spinning out of control into
ever expanding unknown places
this thing called time and space.
is it a race?
or is it all a natural progression?
what makes each moment happen as it does?
does our participation with it
alter it any any way?
or will it simply keep opening and developing at
its own sweet pace.
and in fact nothing we do will change a hill or tree of bananas?
who knows?
No one really.
It just seems to be delivered each moment within a soup of never ending expectancy.
But hey we all give it our best shot daily, when we are in the mood. ’ – ))

The tidal soup of never ending expectancy

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