Ouroboros
Ouroboros
Thought is a pattern that weaves forward in time
One idea leading to the next
Like stepping stones over a vast chasm of WHY.
Memory is a pattern that weaves backwards in time
Thoughts of yesterday leading to the ones before
And they fall like gravity into a well of emotion.
IF one were to set thought into the past
And let it fly forwards into the present moment
One could also set memory into the future
And trust that it could find its way back to the present moment.
Memory is trickier though because it can be altered
And confused by high emotions.
Thought flies as steady as the Will
But memory is fickle at times
Like woman’s heart.
Yet for all Memory’s meandering ways
Her power if that of the heart
And the swelling flow of poetry in the mind.
Memory holds all the winds of power
Under her strong and wise wings.
Thought is a pattern that weaves forward in time
One idea leading to the next
Like stepping stones over a vast chasm of WHY.
Memory is a pattern that weaves backwards in time
Thoughts of yesterday leading to the ones before
And they fall like gravity into a well of emotion.
IF one were to set thought into the past
And let it fly forwards into the present moment
One could also set memory into the future
And trust that it could find its way back to the present moment.
Memory is trickier though because it can be altered
And confused by high emotions.
Thought flies as steady as the Will
But memory is fickle at times
Like woman’s heart.
Yet for all Memory’s meandering ways
Her power if that of the heart
And the swelling flow of poetry in the mind.
Memory holds all the winds of power
Under her strong and wise wings.
Memory always yearns to fly.
And who stands in the center, but
HE who is PRESENT
HE who IS
He who SENSES
He who accepts the future and honors the past.
He who experiences the sensation of the moment:
Remembering from the future and thinking from the past.
- Christina Marvel
