I would lock you in a tiny, blue bottle
And throw you in the restless ocean
You'd fall effortlessly on a bed of shells
And weed would spiral around your shapeless curves.
I would blow you far, far into galaxies of dust
Where no light could ever reach
You'd vanish in a fuzzy, silent darkness
And sleep deeply on top of clouds.
I can't se you with my earthly eyes
Yet my soul can feel you pulsating,
In each breath that I count,
In all those sounds, which decompose.
You're here to remind us that we're on a journey,
You signal us your presence in each our breath
And make us glide in your fake steps.
I illusory find you in the stillness of the mountain rocks,
I touch you in my inner strings.
I would burry you in sand castles on the beach
But your sacred fragrance would escape
I would hang you by the Sun's rays
But then how would I know that I'm alive,
Who are you, Time?
Wish I could lock time in a blue bottle but I am helpless the initiative is with the time, it locked me before I could lock it.
You make us glide with your fake steps points the poem … Time (and space) is a body-mind projection, an illusion. Our essence is not that. Is in the no-time land: awareness, consciousness, presence, spirit. Find out who is the i that believes it got locked by it, as you say. Shanti (peace) !
a good poetic personal view of what is time? my thoughts are time does not exist it is just another manmade thing to keep us under control.............well written.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the first stanza of this poem.