Some folks wait for that one special moment
which makes their whole life worth living,
but we are of the type, who live Life to the fullest.
Those magical moments wait on us to bring them to life.
Which ones shall we awaken?
♥
Uncle Tree
Tag Archives: Time
The Spirited Me
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If the future is set in stone,
and my life is but an old short story,
chiseled into the Rock of Ages;
firmly cemented in the depths of Time,
then who am I that verily treads
upon this spinning earth?
Who is that me?
Who is it that quickens with each and every step?
Who is it that strides beside the fiery shadow of Death?
Who am I that giveth life to this age-old story?
The story – like a road as it layeth down before me.
All The Time In The World
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Hypothetically speaking, we tend to play with “What if…?” a lot.
It is as if we wish we could get better at guessing.
Try this one on for size, if you will —
Should we live life as if we have
all the time in the world?
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Since when is Time itself in the world?
If Time is not of this world, then neither are we.
Time is immaterial, and yet, we materially belong to It.
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Prima materia has no form, therefore it matters.
Something funny is going on between the times.
If formless existence comes first,
is it not a miracle that we alone give secondary form to reality?
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We are alone, you know, in a sense.
There is only you and me, right now, dear reader.
One of us matters…and one of us does not.
One of us sees, whilst the other informs.
Why should it matter who is who?
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We live on a temporal globe that exists in space.
Dependency is a worldly part of the game.
Our loving, benevolent sun’s existence depends on
our intelligent perceptions.
The nuclear clock tick-talks-tick-talks, not caring if ears can hear.
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Humanity is destined to live elsewhere.
We will navigate and gravitate to another heavenly place.
Our world is transferable,
surely as our souls do transmigrate
to and through all inevitable eventualities.
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