I just had some thoughts about the existence of time.I sat still and noticed that there was only now.Even the past and future are here now.and then I realised, this was my only eternal day!
Does anyone like to hear the questions of personal time?
Or want some thoughts about the window of life we call now?
Perhaps you may be wondering why there can only be an eternal day for you?
Or do you just want to hear that the past and future can never be physically reached?
The Eternal Now
We cannot hear the past or the new morn,
As our heartbeat runs our sorry scorn,
And our mind races back and then forth,
Across our own single eternal day of worth.
As always the day is carrying child,
Once we cried and came in nature wild,
Slicing up time in a method way,
And missing our lifelong special eternal day.
We cannot see the past or new future,
Such a lonely unmeasured tutor,
All made up by a living "why" brain,
Eternal day eternal night eternal rain.
If only to feel the one single day,
And love to live now and make the hay,
We could all connect the living dots,
And not be feeling living rusting robots.
From our bow to our stern we learn to think,
Of the ebb and flowing life stream ink,
As bits of disjoint pockets of fizz,
Not the loving eternal single day it is.
If only to feel the one single day,
And love to live now and make the hay,
We could all connect the living dots,
And not be feeling living rusting robots.
19th January 2024