The Hourglass

Something is so tired

The eyes want to close

The attention drawn inward

It is as if nothing belongs anywhere

 

Even tracing that which notices

feels like sand falling down

the neck of the hourglass

only this hourglass is timeless

 

So fall and fall again

I am fascinated that we ache to

collect ourselves in the falling

and make as if we are solid

 

What I call falling might be

indiscernible to others. But is

not that fear’s trace broadcasting

its signal creating that unknown?

 

Fear seems inherent in this falsely

time encapsulated existence

Yet we, ultimately timeless, can see

ourselves and somehow fall awake

 

Please add your comment, thoughts, or reflections. Would you like to? Thanks! --Janice

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