When
I was a boy, my brothers and I occasionally played hide-and-seek, and I guess,
at 71, I’m still sometimes hiding, but now I know the best hiding place of all
– the all-protecting present moment. If I stubbornly stay in the exact present
moment, it’s hard to imagine anything harming me, since each present moment is
as perfect as it can possibly be, and has power that’s both endless and invincible.
Because it never really ends, the present moment is like a land that spreads out
forever, and therefore can comfortably hold all my cares and uncertainties
until they inevitably dwindle away in the distance. The present is a place of force
and freedom – the force that’s the only one in the universe, and the freedom
that finds all doors open and all dangers disappearing. It’s a hiding place
that’s perfect for a furrowed but unflinching senior citizen.
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