Saturday, March 21, 2015
Every ones hands are wide open,
Waiting to take from me what they can.
My heart is yearning for more,
The feeling of love and who I really am.
My eyes were sewn shut,
Blinded by what I thought was love.
It was nothing more than I allowed it to be,
Awakened stiffly by a friendly, emotional nudge.
The phase of new has finally begun,
A lesson learned, from a story that has been well read.
I no longer stride with eyes wide shut,
Clarity and strength have released me from this once clouded head.
Saturday, March 14, 2015
There are times and then there is time. Profound? I think not, more an obvious observation of the movement of life and everything that surrounds us.
Nearly everything we do is governed by some sort of time frame, arriving and departing from work, appointments, music, films, books, food, waiting, sex, periods of gestation and ultimately our very own existence. Depending on how you depart this world and what you may or may not believe in, you more than likely will be remembered by dates arrived and departed, quantifying just how much time you actually spent here.
Time allows us to create things, to dream, to plan, schedule and search, but it is also what reminds us of our mortality and those dreams and plans that need to be achieved before there is no more sand passing from one end of the proverbial hour glass the other. We have enough time. I'm out of time. What time is it? Where did the time go? Statements and questions I would hear every day in my working life. Every little thing we do seems like a race against the clock, a chance to try and beat something that we can't see, feel or touch, yet our lives depend on it, literally.
Love and relationships require time, then again they can all to often consume time, time that will never be returned. These lost moments we so often refer to the "lessons of life." What rubbish. It's completely and utterly lost time that will never be recovered. Bitter? No, realistic. The only lesson that is truly learnt in these moments is to ensure that our clocks are set to "never again".
Death is the one frontier that no one has conquered or been able to quantify where time is concerned. Is there really an eternal after life? What would one do with all that time? One thing that I do know for sure is that the never ending search for whatever it may be you are searching for, will continue as long as that very curious luxury we know as time, prevails. As a matter of fact, I never really thought of it until today, but time truly is the most precious thing any of us have.
(Don't be) Out of time.