A little more than a year ago, I posted an article regarding the concept of thinking about time not as a measurement by hourglass or clock, but as a "flow" of events, similar to the way a large body of water (think river) might travel. [We Are Small Ripples On The River Time]
The great Buddha taught that life is like a river.
A progressive moment, in which unique individual moments interlock like pieces of a puzzle to give the impression of one continuous flow. Cause to cause, effect to effect, one point to another, one state of existence to another, giving an outward impression that it is one continuous and unified movement, where as in reality it is not.
Yesterday's river is not the same as the river of today. The river of this moment is not going to be the same as the river of the next. Such is life. A continuum of change. A torrential stream of things outside consciousness.
You might also like Mankind's Search For God... and think about what Jim Morrison said "You canNOT petition the lord with prayer!" - (for discussion: why did he say that? Was there something he prayed for throughout his life that went unanswered?)
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Time ~ An original poem by Dave Lucas
Time is light
Time is hope
Time is gathering flowers by the river
Time is watching
Time is waiting
Time is the sweet taste
of a glass of wine
of a strawberry
of a piece of chocolate
of a cold campari
Time is the smoke
of burning leaves
Time is the blood in a heart
Time is the fear in a soul
Time is the awakening Spring
Time is the glory of Summer
Time is the apples of Autumn
Stopped only by Winter...
We've had this discussion before... and again...
“I'm not in search of sanctity, sacredness, purity; these things are found after this life, not in this life; but in this life I search to be completely human: to feel, to give, to take, to laugh, to get lost, to be found, to dance, to love and to lust, to be so human.”
-- C. JoyBell C.
“You don’t write because you want to say something, you write because you have something to say.” -F. Scott Fitzgerald