Passing Of Time Poem by Marieta Maglas

The passing of time through
the changing pattern of our thought
Is like a fish passing water over its gills,
Or like a cosmic engine
And not unlike the stream of
light passing through pictures
It is leading to irreversible changes,
It is triggering our memories,
Those emotions that are often evoked
When hearing a piece of music from our past.

The time is perfect.
Present perfect, past perfect, future perfect...

Every time we understand more about ourselves.
We are going through an invisible portal
In our awareness.
And every time we think about our awareness.
We understand that our cages are within,
Created by fear and by the walls we
Have built around our hearts.
It is our imperfection the place where our story lives.
We pretend to be perfect, but we hurt each other and
We fail to live up to our standards...
We are so imperfect and have so much love for ourselves.
Maybe this is why we need to create those perfect moments
For glorious memories,
Resisting the passing of time through
the changing pattern of our thoughts.
Maybe this is why our time together is so precious.

Copyright © ® Marieta Maglas. All rights reserved.
8 March 2010.