Looking on, Looking within.
Never to come home.
Never to slip into the warmth
Unaffected, blissfully blithe, bold.
Never to loudly claim possession.
Or gleefully discard with shouts of laughter.
For I may be sure of You, and Me
Us, for sure!
But not the vagrant devil, Time.
How it plays, teases, promises
And then shatters.
Into the space of being-
Of the breath indrawn
Are the million shards of emptiness...
Sent out by time, to hurt into awareness-
The knowledge that I have grown out.
Out, of myself-
To have lost myself.
In time.
9 February, 2010
"Into the space of being-
ReplyDeleteOf the breath indrawn
Are the million shards of emptiness..."
Lovely read.
As we are sucked into the quicksand
ReplyDeleteOf Time and eternally bow to its demand
as it shrinks & expands in it's own command
we can only be as if acted by a magic wand.
Cognizance !!
ReplyDeleteLoved reading it. :)
Great blog!!
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Thanks,
Pablo from Argentina
A melancholic note in there Ushus...Dont know why but just felt it..
ReplyDeleteThe yearning to be a part of something is so very palpable.
((((((((hugs)))))))
Usha.....profound words yet again..I sometimes visit just to capture the wisdom in your words which are so effortlessly woven.I so relate to these words........
ReplyDeleteFor I may be sure of You, and Me
Us, for sure!
But not the vagrant devil, Time.
How it plays, teases, promises
And then shatters.
Love I can be sure of , but yes Time..with its tides and gravity......makes life lived with love...Eternally Timeless....