Monday, August 07, 2006



Time hangs heavy,
The seconds and minutes
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
Serving only to indicate
In agonising slowness
The aeon stretching ahead,
As a crushing wave
Of dread
Clouds the mind
And plunges into the gut.

Of similar agonies
Of unbearably burdensome time:
Intricately recalled
Feelings of dread -
Sucked away
Through passing time itself,
Yet visible
Like a particle
Within a bubble
With other bubbles
In a snaking train of foam
Over the stream of living
This speck of life
Through the misty void.

Everything does pass
Dread as well.
Only hold still
And let
Every tick, tock, tick, tock
Cement this still calm,
Into concrete certainty
Blind to doubt and fear.

With open mind
And heart
Within yourself
To find
That time dissolving lode.
Remember the way
And return at will
To this sanctuary
Of eternal refuge.

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