Yesterday and tomorrow bleed into today and everything that matters is washed away the present moment is diluted and drowned the heavy veil of time always in the foreground Today could stand alone or float with frosted wings above the swell of swinging hands, searching for tiny somethings eventually all levees break and all that's left is to let go trust the flood of forward motion to take care of everything on its own Flowing water can't be contained, the cool caress feels nice stand in the stream of experience, knowing it won't happen twice preventing storms is not your place, they have their purpose too the heavy rains feed the soil and someday so will you
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Staying Present While Moving Forward
Preoccupied, I grasp at air trying to halt the passage of time the sickening, consistent tick, tick, tick that makes my heartbeat quicken tearing me away from where I am now I want to be so fully present that I can use these moments as patches to protect me in that future I fear collecting up all my small treasures to remind me this life has been a blessing There is no avoiding human suffering and I haven't yet had my fair share I have to learn to carry this cringing resistance while still enjoying the sticky leaves of spring while still soaking up love and sunlight The best preparation is practicing peace and expanding my capacity for gratitude with every sip of precious cool water resting in the sweet stirrings among the trees and observing the cyclical life of the hillsides
Hollow Moon
Reality cannot hold a candle to ever glistening memory bearing witness to the slow waning of a soul succumbing to the burden of time Trying to linger in flames long extinguished rather than stand with purple fingers in the present the clumsy grasping at long cherished delusion can still feel better than accepting all is lost
The Devil’s Mill
There was a time when the world moved slow with the rounded loveliness of hiccupping days that dripped gently into the deep, reflective pool of life When rushing into the future was a sign of ill intent not the industrious, enviable attitude of an elite individual only a madman would pass up the daily spectacle of the setting sun The wind through the reeds served its own ends and it was an honor just to be a witness to this earth as she twirled and unfurled a routine of majestic mysteries Time is the tyrant that has torn us from true living a construct of man that manifests in ceaseless obligations a slight of hand that has convinced us it is objective and concrete A clock will not tell you that this moment is eternal the liquid nature of the kaleidoscope of now if forever transforming and becoming something new The radio static of the collective mind has gotten so loud it's all but drown out the music of the present moment for us all life has become the distant background noise of greater misery But the shackles of time can still be cast off it's not too late to emerge again into snow white infinity the devil's mill that man has set in motion can also be stopped
The Strength of Memory
Early morning mountainside enshrined behind a gentle mist fog rising from cool air as it meets the hot earth How many other moments of awe have already slipped beyond the veil of impermanent, imperfect memory sudden piercing pang of vague loss I run my fingers over the fading pictures I've placed in holy alters of the heart pleasures made sweeter by the stitches of pain weaving outward from the past Is it wrong to endlessly revive old joys should I put effort into slowing the inevitable erosion of time or would it be more kind To allow old days to disappear and someday no longer know what wonders I've since lost along the long, winding way Will holding on make me strong enough to face the many difficulties ahead or will a tight grip leave me too weak to embrace the life I've yet to live
The Sickness of Shadows
Attention torn away from the hot victory of the sun distracted by shadows that dance in dark caves the slow drip of time crashes with violence against the surface of the well of history cadence of madness a frenzied race into all consuming blank space that blinds and binds the invisible magnetism of addictive illusions shrouding the coal black soot of the inevitable unknown
Black Hole
Turning around to find yourself facing the yawning, gaping mouth of the future a black hole of unknowns grabbing at you with tiny black, star-speckled hands The weight of it's gravity pulls you to your knees wide-eyed stare of uncertainty, unable to look away limitless vacuum that no light can escape not knowing, the torrent of fear in perpetual motion The mind's desperate grasp for something to hold onto feet slipping forward into far-away, formless infinities the tension of muscles trying to cling to past and present an ill fated battle against all powerful time So afraid to surrender to the inevitable destination distracted by the scent of suffering in smaller doses marveling at the mind's ability to imagine countless possibilities exhausting itself to find safety in contingencies for each one The hopeful illusion of life as a game of chess pretending there are a set of correct moves to make that will spare you from all pain and regret the pressure to perform perfectly enough to find peace
Time
The passage of time cannot be wrestled into submission through relentless routines and systematically structured days You can't press it into a container and keep it from crawling forward it's an intricate illusion determined to distract us from what really matters The most delicious moments in life happen when we lose track of time let it pass over you unnoticed and unbound like the breeze
Youth
Youth slips away in a slow fade to black the frightening fury of time on fast forward No longer represented by the image in the mirror even worse to wonder who might be there tomorrow Aging gracefully is the ideal but fear remains ever present in the deepening grooves betraying the body's slow decay Tumbling forward into an unknown future slowly gaining speed in the inevitable spiral towards the other side or maybe just the ultimate and final ending There are few things more terrifying than uncontrollable time closing in on a life that can't imagine being over Hoping this fear breaks like a fever before I face that last farewell I hope someday I gain a wisdom that will soothe me in my descent
Pain Puts Things in Perspective
Without the fear of loss would we ever truly appreciate anything? We suffer from the mere thought of a loved one becoming ill or dying. We wish that we could live in a world without such awful realities. Yet, I wonder if a world without these negative moments, would be worth living in. It’s easy to imagine that in a world without pain, sickness, or death we would all be eternally happy, loving, and grateful. I’d like to believe this is true, but part of me knows myself too well to even pretend.
When I first became an atheist, the loss of the afterlife I’d imagined, didn’t make life less meaningful, it made it more so. Life was no longer simply a dress-rehearsal for eternity. This was it. This was what mattered, all that mattered, and I had to make every moment count. There would be no waiting to reconcile with someone past the pearly gates. There would be no final repentance or forgiveness or second chance to share my love with those most precious to me. This what it. This time I have on earth was all that I was going to get. Wasting it was not an option. When I died, when a family member or friend died, that was it, the final curtain call. Never knowing when that moment might come, the contemplation of that fact, is what give me the courage to not hold back.
Oh course, we can’t help wishing we could avoid it when the pain inevitably comes. I desperately wish that my dog was healthy and I didn’t have to go spend god only knows how much on expensive treatment, but somehow at the same time, I’m grateful for this experience. The small, petty problems of day to day pale in comparison to the joy of holding my dog in my arms. Even my recent fears and worries about money, seem insignificant. I have enough to save my baby, and that’s all I need. What a blessing it is that I can afford to help her. Nothing else matters.
Ideally we’d like to always recognize the love we are blessed with and never take an opportunity to bask in that love for granted. The reminder that my dog will die one day, that she will become sick and beyond help one day, makes the time I share with her all the more poignant. I want to think I’d always treat her with the devotion, attention, and affection she deserves regardless of the time we have in the future, but I know that isn’t true. These past few days of fear and uncertainty have shown me that. They’ve highlighted for me just how much I have been taking her for granted.
How many times have we said we’re “too busy” for those dear to us? Would we ever have enough time for them if our time together was not limited? Or would we keep putting off those quiet, tender, attentive moments indefinitely? I honestly don’t know. All I know is that I’ve never felt more grateful for every caress and sloppy kiss shared with my sweet dog daughter than I have in the last few days. Even the thought of her sweet, loving face and wagging tail brings tears to my eyes. I want to spend every moment I can with her. I want to make sure she knows just how important she is to me. I want her to feel this love I hold for her inside and know what I cherish her.
It pains me to say it, but I know that without this recent health scare, I would be continuing on as always. I’d be paying little attention to her and getting annoyed at her for little things. I’d speak harshly to her for not doing as she’s told. I’d feel irritated by always having to clean up after her. The realities of suffering, pain, illness, and death are sadly essential. We need them to shock us back to our senses. When faced with these hard truths, we are reminded again and again that love is the only thing that really matters. Everything else is irrelevant. Suddenly we see just how absurd it is to waste time and energy on anger, hatred, jealousy, greed, fear, etc. We should be spending every ounce of our beings on putting forth more love and happiness into the world. No phone call is more important than acknowledging your child. No chore is so urgent that you can’t take the time to be kind.
These are life lessons that we must learn again and again. In this way, the things that bring us the most agony in life are actually things to be grateful for. Death and loss are hard to accept, nearly impossible at times, but without them there would also be no love, no peace, no joy, no perspective. We must always try to be grateful for it all, even when it’s hard.
