ST176 ... time
time, time, time
There is no time in heaven but no lack of it down here and fading, flashing, bending, twisting, shaking, shattering, stumbling, caressing, exploding, you name it, it does it……… that’s all we’ve got, the clock, memory, thought - refined, elastic, spansive, micro and drastic and serene and all of it squashed into a forever moving ‘now’. Here it comes there it goes, stays and we have no choice, we’re caught in the now no matter how many thoughts try to destroy it, prolong it, we’re trapped here moving along the tail and veil of time.
We try to hold it, shape it, mold it, and kill it, but it owns us, has us by the throat, words skipping down the smattered pages falling into a point of mystery… zero. Is there time out of mind, out of consciousness? Are we entities out of eternity in time and mind as one, two? Is reason the form of time and correct as long as it follows the folds, obeys the rules? And when it slips off into the void and logic and proportion bends into absurdity, is paradox its only truth, time turned inside out. time time time…. so precious.
sounds of rain fell sacred thru my widow today
from this bed of fantasy of where i lay
and time and time and time again
we imagine our-selves from somewhere mysterious timeless within
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