Ever wonder what nature has bestowed upon us?
The vastness of its design portrays change and motion. The gravity of its bonding sets us carefree , unbound, limitless yet bending us to its will. We are objects in a subjective universe. Time by nature seems so old to carry its own weight but constantly leans away in its own wake. We realize how much is lost or gained by measuring our achievements in the chronological order of our awakening.
I was born
I set upon
A churn of order
Expanding in expanse
To challenge borders
When I fly
I recede
For gravity
To succeed
I proceed
From measure
to meaning
I catch your present
Hide away your future
Is that just a feeling?
Footprints
Shadows
Infinite
Syllables
of hours
Definitive indefinite
Random linearity
Often like
miniscule loops
of dark and light
To me you’re present
And you’re not
This recurring memory
I haven’t thought
Of a pendulum stop
Are we here? Are we where we think we are! Is Time a resource as practicality demands or a mere dimension we haven’t yet fought. It feels human to be created and wiped out in a fraction of the limitless scale , that is, if there is one. This ebb or flow could be harnessed to view our life in moments which would be like independent cycles of life and not as the one continuous journey we know of.
What would it be like if you could relive a moment not by just repeating the actions over time but by experiencing the physical reality which would have been a paradox given our realisation of space-time.
Originally published at jackmarina.wordpress.com