This ‘poem’ emerged out of comments by three different participants in the online TSK program, I put them together. The context was reflections on some TSK exercises that ask about moments between moments, and about stepping ‘outside’ the flow of moments:
“What shall I call the transition
from breathing out to breathing in?
Death?”
Giving each moment back to time,
arisings are all time,
the glow of awareness,
a presence that is always now.
Jack
Sorry, these are class materials.