Janus Reflects On The Presence Of Time In Eternity Poem by Daniel Brick

I
I have two faces looking in opposite
directions, with two pairs of keen eyes
piercing the near and the far. Twisting
my long supple neck, I take inside me
a circular field of action and non-action.
A single brain stem rises through the chakra
path but it separates at the throat, before
voice can speak, and a branch rises to galvanize
each face. The first face sees What Has Happened
and laments or rejoices in equal measure,
as events occur before dropping into oblivion.
The other face stares into the future, a place
of swirling mists, clouds of unknowing, dense
corridors of colored Air. Here is the unclothed
unity of tomorrow. The brightest Image. With ego
and self all space is filled... There is the
wholeness of Time. The longest or the shortest
Moment. With ego and self all time is past.
How do we reduce such multiplicity
to a central certitude of knowing?

II
My brain wanders over these arrangements,
and grasps a deeper sense of matter and
cognition. I sense things separate joined,
things broken whole. It's as if journeyers
in a desert region suddenly enter an unmarked
oasis, and ease replaces effort and Hope
revives with every step. They are simply
refreshed, and the remaining distance yet
to be crossed is lit with a cool brilliance.
You will find me sitting in a patch of
sturdy palm trees, in a pool of yellow-green
radiance, poised between action and non-action,
wondering if they are not really just two faces
of the same reality. At times like this past and
future cannot be wrenched apart, and Nature
reveals her wholeness and everlastingness:
lesser thoughts will be absorbed into the joy
of the Higher Truth, like dim lights adding
their luster to the blaze of the Noonday Sun.