winters dusk

I.

Approaching the hour of winter’s dusk,
We are reminded of the patterns of timeless moments;
Like cycles of birth and death…….images,
In the confluence of eternity and time,
Implicit, in the endless interaction between moments that have died;
Only to be reborn, as the moment progresses…….
Every moment depending on what has passed before:
The living and the dead…….alive in the moment…….only moments apart.
II.

We walk in the tension
Between the immanent now, and the transcendent moment;
Being swallowed up in a race to save time…….
Or spend time…….or slow time…….or find time…….
Rather than trying to escape the flux of time’s enchantments,
Where every point of presence, must be a point of intersection,
Journeying between unredeemed, and redeemed time…….
Beyond which, all words are a reach into silence.

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