ABOUT TIME
 

With each day,
are we getting closer,
or further away?
Are you gaining on it,
or is it gaining on you ?

After each end,
is another begin,
as each game,
is part of a bigger game,
and each game,
has smaller games within it.

Do you drive into the storm,
or does the storm come towards you,
all is in motion, always,
it is the energy of what is.

Closer to the end,
further from the begin,
it goes round and round,
are we really ever anywhere,
other than here and now?

Is there a place to get,
is something there waiting,
the one there,
will be the same as,
the one here,
that is you.

It's yours to measure,
it's yours to weigh,
it has been you always,
it is you today.

Even though all moves,
yet, all remains still,
it may seem confusing,
and it always will.

Time is you and space,
creating the illusion,
of a race.

The images in your mind,
make you feel that,
you must keep pace.

Rather than now,
people think there and then,
and they forever,
remain caught up in the chase.

Life is now,
here is the place,
it won't change ever,
with shoes to lace,
and tied just in case,
someone gets ahead,
so you can join the race,
and once again, chase.
 
 

©Written by: Ed Kassirer
June 20, 2003


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