Lying in bed, my mind lights up with memories of past experiences. These experiences, once so vivid and real, are now just fragile imprints in the brain. This present moment, so vivid and real, just became past experience. When I try to grasp anything as real my hand reveals emptiness when opened. The flow of time is unceasing. What a miraculous and wonderful thing, to be alive!
Materialistic greed and survival worry attempt to stamp out imagination and the creative impulse. But these embers continue to burn even if starved of oxygen. When the ashes are blown away, a single spark ignites a forest fire that incinerates all of the dead wood and decay left by mundane endeavors. Fertile ground is exposed for the sprouting of innovation and creativity, bringing beauty and wonder into the world.