It was a beautiful thing to witness
the swirling of the world into a new
beginning
No one suspected its arrival
No one was prepared,
save the knowers ~
too few
Not even the
believers expected the horror
of it all
‘Twas the dreamers
the artists, poets, storytellers
those with vivid imaginations
who smiled as they looked on
as one world ended
and other began
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I am unable to focus.
It surrounds me,
chasing me from behind.
I plot its path forward.
Over analyzing,
I change direction,
but I’m unable
to elude it.
Immersed.
It is everywhere
and nowhere.
Constant yet elusive.
I obsess over it.
It ignores me.
We have
an intimate
relationship.
It is with
blurred vision
that I seek
and remain
enamored
with
the mysteries
of time.
“We blur the world to focus on it and blind ourselves to see.”
~ Carlo Rovelli, Physicist, on the nature of time
To read, Time and Space – Part I, click here.
After the loss of time
came the realization
that there was no time left
to fill space.
The illusion revealed,
reality was disrupted as chaos reigned in the void.
Humanity slept.
Unshackled by space and time
dreamers
gave birth to new worlds
creating their own reality.
The dreamers woke as
artists, writers, poets,
philosophers, creators, and alchemists.
The sleepers declared them mad.
