Crazy metronome
Between Tic and Tac: Finding the Eternal Now
Tic
Tac…
One bomb…
One circle…
So many people err through time,
Tourists in the country of their own imagination,
Re-playing the VHS of the past with fetishistic devotion.
They cut into old wounds to watch the blood spill again and again,
Renewing their suffering, living in the past,
Or they chew endlessly on the same old gum, trying to taste a lost flavour.
In either case,
Slaves to their memories,
They are blind to the light of day,
For their eyes twist inward like the Possessed…
Eyes open, but closed.
Others travel to fantasy lands of future luxuries,
Slaves to their desires,
Chasing a false Morgana
That pushes them from the edge of expectation-cliffs
Into the abyss of an unfulfilled and sorrowful present.
Rushing back and forth
Like a mad metronome,
Like a maniac zoo-tiger pacing the same circle again and again.
They never settle in the middle,
They never diverge from the path.
Their lives are blind to the light of now.
We were taught time wrong.
They said time is the job of a tired accountant,
Counting beans through the grid of reality.
We watch the beans, not the gaps,
Ignoring the holes;
The only true spaces of freedom,
Where creation is born anew.
We should watch the void,
The only space
That lets the light pass through.
The present is a lie too.
Past, Future, and Present are three names for one word: 𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝.
Only Eternity is alive!
And though it is useless
For clocks, calendars, or plans,
It holds the spirit’s rock
Where you can throw the anchor
And grasp the sacred,
Quiet,
Inextricable beauty
Of being alive.