Time

(Photo:  extended exposure of tracer bullets shot towards planes on a night attack over Hamburg on December 23rd, 1943)




Time

Time has a way of weaving forward for us:
Actions braided from decisions spun from thoughts.
Each weaving with one another:
A mass of serpents circle at the roots of things.

Who I am at this moment
Is who I have been:
Built like snapshots of time
Layered frame by frame.

Who I will be tomorrow
Grows from what I choose today
Actions braided from decisions spun from thoughts.

The only thing we carry with us:
Our thoughts, our words, our deeds.
Cloak us in our identity of Self.
Actions braided from decisions spun from thoughts.

Each moment is a potential moment of renewal.
Each loose thread and errant thought
A Jörmungandr yearning for its tail.

Opposite yearns for opposite
Even if ego cannot fathom it.

What lives on the outer limits of circumstance is chaos.
What lives on the Middle Path is order.
Even those yearn for one another.

To understand what needs to be locked
And what needs unlocked
Is the path to Liberation.

To understand what to grasp
And what to let go
Is the path towards Empowerment.

To understand when to act
And when to pause
Is the path of Wisdom.

To understand when to be
And when to let go of being
Is the path of Immortality.

Time is not the construct of one moment
But the limitless pool of existence
Flowing backwards and forwards
Over the stones of actions, decisions, and thoughts.

- Christina Marvel


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