Take a moment. Can you? Can a moment be taken?
Who would take it and to where?
A moment. The Moment. This.
Are you breathing?
Colors stream forth from a single point, expanding into swirling clouds of pinks and greens and blues, violets and yellows and reds. Can you feel them?
The breath that comes from your belly grounds you into the moment; the Mother of you. The Mother that breathes you.
In the beginning, there was this moment.