I feel it passing...
time...
through my eyes
into my bones.
memories collect...
I return again and again.
I say goodbye to Mamama and Papapa...
tears flow...
I have been here before.
My body is strong,
but impacted... aware.
Time.
I see it in the mirror.
Wounds heal...
Scars remind us
of the deep ones
and occassionally of the pain.
I feel time passing...
and I am grateful.
I know the alternative.
I know death.
Ive always known the difference.
We are transient...
momentary.
We must live in the moment,
in part
because we are a
moment
ourselves...
I see so many fighting
truth...
in an attempt to fight time...
but truth is truth.
And time is passing.
Time is passing.
I still chase moments -
the difference is that I now realize it.
And, I am chasing them less.
I feel time passing...
not just in the word, “feel”...
in my cells...
in my being...
in my boys...
men.
I have no intention of fighting time...
just deliberately trying to gain wisdom...
To share it...
To expand on it...
To experience it...
Time
IS
passing...
The one true
Absolute...
I am grateful...
and seeking wisdom...
for acceptance...
for presence...
memories collect
love deepens...
clarity arrives
slowly...
My life,
this life,
is nothing
and
It is everything.
I am energy...
I am love...
I am
but
a
moment...
I feel it passing
time...
in Harmony,
Nestor