Time Has Never Been a Focus
Time has never been a focus
of mine – speaking primarily of longevity –
A sense of being alive seeming to predate
my oldest memories;
I think of memory...more precisely, of dreams --
imagining journeys to far-off romantic places,
along with those invented lands of
challenging climbs and horrific descents into
unrelenting madness...
I think of god – and how He appears to many of us
in our own recognizable ways...
I think of those masses of non believers – awake
only to the diminishing depths of surface presence...
while their science speaks of multiple dimensions,
they, themselves, appear captives of a shallow psyche,
with its own self-imposed span of limited existence...
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