Just a little soul searching about the divinity of Time and the eternal present moment. Some serious thinking going on, don’t ya know.
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Okay, back to thinking about Time:
My little altar to Time has three eyes at the top. One eye looks toward the past, one toward the future, and one in the center looks at the present. Underneath these eyes that see all time is the one who observes, from the center, the strange flowers forming a circle around him. This circle symbolizes the span of time of the life of a single flower. The flower’s fruit is an egg which reveals itself gradually as the blossom opens, until the egg itself is ripe and from it hatches a tiny worm which represents the flower’s decay and its imminent death.
This flower is being born, bearing fruit, and dying continuously. The circle of time has no beginning and no end, everything changes and yet nothing is lost. Its life is but a moment and that moment lasts forever. And this is the divinity of Time.
in a faraway place
where past, present, and future collide
as soon as a flower is born
it already begins to die
its life
but a moment
in the circle of time
as it blooms and glows
and then fades
with a sigh
and so it is
that in this faraway place
each flower
with its life
a blessing bestows
and so it is
with the circle of time
as each moment
with its grace
a treasure beholds