Look at the hourglass. In the sand, time is limited. At least, according to a modern analysis. However, can't the hourglass be flipped endlessly? Why should a concept be measured in grains of sand, anyway?
As sands flow through The glass this hour My will Stays free And filled with power
Now is the time To act and choose To plant and sow No sand - to lose
Creation comes As no surprise For all my Thoughts Get crystallized
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We live in an expanding universe. Seeds grow. Thoughts grow. If we plant the right seeds and act in the NOW, then we can manifest more of what we truly desire in life.
Life passes by Moment by moment Each minute a grain of sand In a ceaseless flow inside This biological hourglass
Time has this peculiarity: This irreversible absurdity
That to crave for more time Becomes one's slow undoing Sagging skin, unsightly wrinkles Bones turn brittle, breaking Muscles ****** out of their strength Atrophied Eyes failing, perpetual darkness And the self succumbs to the lull Of oblivion The mind: no longer, extinguished What's left is a husk of what once was A human being.
Hope then becomes a beacon, a torch In the middle of a starless night A burning, warm sense of certainty Hope, or that stubborn illusion That happiness is one's lot in life
But time silently persists Eroding foundations, narratives Dismantling falsity Uprooting grand, elaborate conceits Blind and merciless Uncaring towards puny human desires Hope's demise.
It appears that we've reached a point in time which is called a milestone. It's evident this isn't an exception for its passing catches up with us and no one can move any faster not that we are running away from anything when we're all heading into disaster. You only have to look around and see the real extent of the problem at hand that is now just closing in on us all from every side to stand. While it comes so close it can't go any further but then has to turn around and go the other way for everyone's sake and not involve some type of deception. If you're wondering about what's been said or where it's going all I can say is to hold on the time's coming for you to see a familiar sort of shape with the words expressed meaning its time has run out and must be reversed in order for it then to start again in a similar way bottoms up. _____
Written in October 2020. Inspired by current events and some of the other word art poetry that I've read previously posted on H.P. Thanks for the inspiration.
I can practically see the sand Slipping easily through the gap Between the top of the hourglass And the bottom. Our once-forever friendship Flashes before my eyes, Its highs, its lows, my everything... I had heard that good things don't last forever, But I guess I truly believed that love conquered all.