Image borrowed from Bingthere in the eleventh hour
you contemplate that just beyond
the reach of your slender fingers
and your keen mind, time, or at least
the measurement of movement,
does not exist, that all is one, and
one is now, and circular, that great
god-snake eating its own tail,
the universe still expanding,
you as entity there covered in
rainbows, reviewing this moment,
and planning the next, still
anchoring in the now
Glenn Buttkus
November 2010
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6 comments:
Glenn: Now this is a great poem!!!
Cheerfully, Roger
Oroborus forever.
It's the anchoring in the now I've always struggled with. Reviewing the past and planning the future come much easier to me.
Another good poem.
Thanks,
Paul
that all is one, and
one is now, and circular, that great
god-snake eating its own tail
How well you've captured this ancient concept in words. As a Piscean/Snake I can identify with it completely! :)
Glenn, you sound exactly like I heard you in my mind. What a special treat to have you read this extraordinary piece. The imagery of the snake god eating its tail is wonderful.
(the bit about the universe expanding made me think of the scene with Alvie and the doctor in Woody Allen's "Annie Hall") ;^)
Does this mean I don't have to do my homework?
But of course time is circular, or it wouldn'tn repeat itself twice in the same day. Today is yesterday to come... Yep, circular.
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