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Life is like a river

Life is like a river
The current always flows
The further down stream you get
The faster it seems to flow

Yet at times
On a gentle bend
It appears to slow
Almost stand still

Then when you look back
The past seems so distant
Children grow, too quickly
Bodies age & get creaky

Life is but a river
The current waits for no one
Yet as impatient as the river is
It’s journey is one of beauty

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The Wreck

At the bottom of the ocean, stranded

An old wreck lies abandoned

A diver apparently lost in time

Explores the liner, once so fine

 

Inspecting the remnants, he proceeds with caution

Going from room to room, he checks his oxygen

There is nothing left, only a few stray octopus

It is time to leave the wreck, exit this watery sarcophagus

 

As he returns to the surface

It is dark, in the sky he sees the constellation Corvus

Reflecting of what he has seen, what was clearly lost

He packs his gear, for it is time to leave the past

 

 

Changing Seasons

All used up
The ready folder is empty
Everything pre-prepared
Has already been used

The past is the past
All I have left is the present
As one season closes
A new one prepares to open

So what I can offer you is a glimpse
Of what surely will be to come
The joy of music
The spreading of light

Be blessed in your journey my friends
As I have a brief posting slow down
I’ll see you on the other side
When maybe life will slow down

My recent daily posting flurry came from using up all the entries I had written earlier in the year but not posted. Now I’m out of material & still struggling for time. Youth soccer season is about to end though, then I’ll move into a music & blogging season (hopefully) see you then 🙂

Who pressed fast forward on life?

Tiredness creeps through

Drips down

Like the leaky faucet that will just never stop

Infiltrating every cell, every atom

 

Gravity feels doubled today

The effort required to move

Extenuated by missing desire

Yet somehow, someway

What is required is accomplished

 

The dark corner was never crawled into

Groans were not transformed into screams,

And yet; cool mountain air

How I long to breathe you

 

Slow conversation on a slow lazy day

How I’d like to meet you

Who pressed fast forward on life?

Why is there never enough time

To slow down and take your time?

Chasing Time

 

Of all the things I would like to do

Write in greater depth

Think thoughts that require stationary patience

Write music that does not sound hurried

Read in a way that stays in the memory

Not just a fleeting moment in time

That vanishes just as swiftly as it was beautiful

All these things that I would like to do

They make me feel like I am

Chasing time

Chasing time to try to make time

For things that are more meaningful

Than the distractions that fill the time

That could be used for meaning

Instead of chasing that very same time

 

 

 

Time – or the apparent lack of it

Like the sands of the hourglass so are the days of our lives

 

Time – it never stops, it waits for no man…..

 

All the things I have designs to do, big or small, I need to get around to making time to do them. It is so easy to get caught up in the day to day routine to get lost in monotony. My daughter will be grown before I know it, I’ll be old before I know it. What will have happened in between? It is my responsibility to make sure, not only that it was good, but it had meaning & most of all, that I did my best to enjoy as much of it as possible.

Sometimes that seems like a silly goal, to enjoy your life, like a luxury. Yet I think that enjoyment is not so hard to find if you try. If you approach life with the right perspective (easier said than done) enjoyment can be found in almost anything, add to that a dose of occasional self-indulgence, coupled with acts of complete selflessness (balance is important) and I believe you have the simple ingredients to a life well lived.

One of the keys it seems to keeping that perspective right is taking it easier on myself when I don’t have time to do the things I want, such as writing my blog. Yes I can throw something out almost daily it seems, but to write the things exploring the insides of my soul takes more time than writing what I experienced on a lunch break.

So I will not beat myself up about such things, instead I choose to gently encourage myself to get to it as soon as I can. The same with reading books or any of the other tasks I have set myself for this year. Time will come, I will make time, but if I have a couple of crazy weeks at work, I have to remember that the real world, unfortunately, has to be a priority.

I just reread what I wrote, it’s funny I appear to be scolding myself to begin with then forgiving at the end. I guess that is why this blog is rapidly becoming such an important part of my growth; I find perspective so much easier when I write than when I just roll through life.

 

All we are is dust in the wind dude