Malibu Meditations

The pale flat disc of a waning moon lies suspended just above the cliffs as I drive up the coast.  I turn right on Malibu Drive, speeding past Pepperdine and into the chill blackness of the canyon.  The rocky hillside on my left jumps into the beam of my headlights then recedes into shadow.  Gusts of night air blow in through the open window fragrant with damp earth and wild sage.  There’s a timeless quality to the place tonight.  It’s as though the thread of life stretches back through eternity, to some mysterious source that can only be known intuitively. That the fabric of our lives is woven inextricably into the tapestry of earth and planets, stars, moons and suns.  Can it be that every moment that existed still exists…that every moment in the future exists now?  And I, here, on this moonlit night, quiver delicately at the juncture of being and becoming.