Slow Time
We move too fast.
in the wrong clock of time.
Slow classic vocal music way,way down
it becomes angelic, a flowing harmony
not travelling anywhere.
In extreme slo-mo the leap of a tiger, is a ballet,
a study of eternal becoming.
Imagine an ordinary day
reduced to moving pictures so stretched
that every expression is a silent language of grace.
See your hands at work in slow time,
fashioning waterfalls, and towers
of endless instants,
every gesture a prayerful offering.
There is a wrongness in the pace of time
as we experience it,
a blurring of a reality
that commands us to keep running
for the delight of screaming devils.
Occasionally practice slow-being.
Let the time-demons know
that you know their ticks,
and for a little while
don’t run at their speed.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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