There is time, more than enough time, yet there is barely any left.
The noise of this world is getting louder, drowning out the songs, those mysterious songs, reverberating in time. I close my eyes, I dream. The mists of time envelop me and thus they appear, within the fragrant air of times past, images of wondrous things. I walk through a forest of thoughts and hopes, of flowering and blossoming dreams, their perfumes lingering, filling my heart and soul. In here, within this so-called delusion, reality has never been more proper to me.
And in this delusion I imagine that which is, that which has come to pass and that which will be if there is only a way out of the noise, the blaring, the screaming, the shrieking of the desires of all those who have never dreamed yet are constantly slumbering in a sopor, deprived of all the mysteries of life.
For it is time, time will carry them away like a tidal wave licking the shore. And upon the white washed sands the dreamers shall call out to the sea and call upon the wind of change. It will blow over the land, rush through the forest of thoughts and hopes. I stay right here, in this tender, soft and all enveloping mist so that my dreams may never fade, that my memories may be carried by the songs of yesterday’s birds back in time while their echoes reverberate eternally.
Time, there is more than enough yet there is barely any left.
© Thorsten Becker
Time is an odd “commodity” as we sometimes have more than enough and other times not enough. We can run out of it, we can gain it yet we can never own it. We know that our time is limited, be it our lifetime orthe time we have each day. Our inability to influence time — we cannot stop it nor turn it back– frustrates us albeit we often experience it as deviating from its usual perception. There are moments when time seems to move slower, even stand still while more often than not it appears to fly by.
Time supposedly heals all wounds yet it has no quantifiable healing properties. Time confounds us while having the most profound impact on our life. There is a time for everything and there is the concept of the end-times or the time of end, even an end to time itself. We are aware of the term “eternity” and what it means but it is beyond our grasp. I tried to put into a few select words my thoughts about time and its paradoxical properties that are so essential to all of us.