Consider

As I walk, I always wonder.

Wonder about the path underfoot,
gravely in spots, wet and muddy like another,
and semi-solid in some others.

Ponder the present, all that I see,
yes, beneath me, and also out in front in that lea.
Tall grass swaying in the wind, brushing each other,
like kith and kin, a dance of the neighborly ties that bring
us together in every kind of weather.

Fascinated by all that I hear, off in the distance,
and more close with such persistence. Overwhelming
at times, just like a nursery rhyme read aloud to the young.
All grown up now, lost in the brilliance of each moment
together under the sun.

Astonished by all that I feel, a gentle breeze, cold
and prickly on the skin, rustling goose bumps from
their slumber, as I along lumber.

Amazed at all that I smell, that flower off yonder,
and the fresh fragrance of the tiled blue mosaic,
encapsulating the essence of herbs and spices,
as I continue to wander.

Senses are interesting to figure,
as they continue to flitter.
All of the above bring joy to my being,
filling me with a knowing of all
that’s bigger.

A moment and an eternity,
all wrapped up in one precious instant, so
when you’re next out and about,
please don’t forget to consider.

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Elixir

breathe in deep, knowing
the beautiful fragrance of
the flowers elixir lives
in the eternity of

this moment. I weep in
the ecstasy of this presence
and understanding,
as the concept of time passes
right by.

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A Time Poem

Photo by Adrien King on Unsplash

I continue to reflect upon time. It has been, is, very present for me. We create so much of our lives around time. Yet, paradoxically, time is, as I wrote about in The Social Construction Series Part 5: The Social Construction of Time, a social construction. Hm.

Alright, how about a time poem? Here we go.

Time is not
What you think it is
Fleeting and everlasting

A paradox
Like all life

Happiness and sadness
Are just the same
We think we know them

Yet yearn for more

More time, more happiness
And then less
Less time, less sadness

And where do we look?

We look outside, into the world
For the answers, and
Come up shy

It is not found there
Someone said

Though we know this truth
We run away from the answer
Hidden inside

It must be out there
I can touch it, smell it, taste it, feel it

We believe in it and
run after it
Yet all the time it was
right there
waiting patiently for our return

Have a lovely evening, and be well.

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