A Moment In Time
While sitting, watching a television mystery;
I lapsed into consciousness, sublime;
my mind lost several minutes of history;
you might say, moments in time.
My thoughts can’t recapture; what I’d missed;
a significant memory was gone;
time cannot measure; what doesn’t exist;
consciousness marches on.
Time is a folder, to catalog each memory;
often appearing to be in control;
making life; become like a symphony;
time is the metronome of the soul.
In time, memory becomes like a mist;
often it can be inconvenient;
I wish I recalled each time I was kissed;
if only time were more lenient.
The Master is aware of each moment in time;
every soul is a part of his consciousness;
every life, must overcome, an arduous climb;
the road is too steep, for righteousness.
With, or without pride; each must fall;
our failures help us to grow;
before we run; we, first, must crawl;
everyone reaps what they sow.
Life keeps unfolding at a precipitous rate;
reality is just thoughts, sublime;
mankind now dwells in a helpless estate;
every step; but a moment in time.
Monty 3.18.26. # 3,211