Feeling Right About Time

I don’t know if I can write down my stuff about time.

It may be a little unclear, even to me.

But let me try… first, it seems like this present is going really slow, but it doesn’t take any time at all.

And the past seems like it went really fast, but it is extremely slow because it is over and doesn’t move at all.

And the future is never going to arrive and feels like it is going slower than something slow.

This is just an exercise in how the last few hours appear to feel to me.

My feelings of time in the past, present and future are extremely subjective.

For example, another cliché about time is boy, was that fast, where did all the time go, my perception of time is similar to everyone lessees.  Especially when I am busy and focus on the here and now, as in the task at hand, whatever it may be.

My experience at being too busy, is that I am feeling excessively worried about the future or trying to control everything I need to do.

I project this into all that I say and do.

I kinda get a little obsessed with the task or job and end up trying too hard and the job becomes a lot harder, out of control and harmful to myself and others.

Again, I am being very subjective.  But in this case, I am expressing  my primary belief:  do no harm.

It is fun to use ‘time’ and my own behaviour when I act out of control, to express a pseudo description of time and what is best to do.

Who am I to do either, excepting, as the writer I am and this is my art form.

This is an example of an original blank verse poem, disguised in the form of a blog or journal entry!

 

 

Dali Vs. Life: Surrealistic

In this dialogue, Salvador Dali, the great surrealist painter talks with Life to gleam the meaning of life. Can they shake each other up and start the conversation?

Life: “Mr. Joyce will you stop my streaming of consciousness for a minute.” I am really trying to use my meditation program to unplug from my devices.

Dali: “You paint with words like I make ‘time drip’ and ‘slip and slide through reality’.”

L: Paper towel, orange, little teeth under the pillow will grow and grow. You better slow and slow before you get whiplash from your dreams.

D: Use misinterpret my life’s work. I am a provocateur or shock and awe to you new children.

L: I am awake. I feel the earth beneath my symmetrical feet. I eat the fruit of spirit: love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control.

D: But, I must make you angry.

L: Yes, but out of gratitude for your gift, I am willing to practice a form of happiness to drag some ‘life’ into the room.

D: But the room is pitch black. How can you see anything?

L: Don’t be silly, I bring the light I give and receive from life savers like my friends and family.

D: Don’t make me blush you great handsome one!