time & space

time, like an ever rolling stream
bears all of us away
we fly, forgotten,
as a dream dies at the opening day

[isaac watts, 1719]

wanna taste the soul of your skin || karaokeefe

a fold in the time space continuum, the slightest ruching, the most delicate gather . . .

suddenly it is yesterday, your hand is in mine (or is mine in yours?). fear and darkness is only a distant threat. happiness is our pattern.

the fabric then is shaken out, the folds fall. we are exposed for what we really are: a raw, uncut piece suddenly aware of all the possibilities between us. and instead of seeing the shape of wings and the outline of flight, we are lost. the material falls. there is no more freedom, only a veil. that was the moment, our moment to become. and i am still trying to regain that magnificent vision of us, but without you it is all only a heap of rags.

hold on
hold onto yourself
this is gonna hurt like hell

[sarah maclachlan]

time: like a dog rolling over and over, tongue hanging out, tempting me to laugh. but is the sun too bright, the blades of grass too defined like tiny knives? do i really want to lie down with this dog and let it lick my face? i wipe my eyes and come away with handfuls (upon handfuls) of scales. and like the boy's fish & bread, the world flourishes before my eyes. all this from nothing, and where did it come from? my uneasiness disappears in a wisp of smoke --- or is that a cloud passing over the sun?

it doesn't matter. the dog's forehead bumps my knee.
and finally i bend down to pet him and see in his eyes
the comfort for all my doubt.

it's going to be all right
i believe you'll outlive this pain in your heart
and you'll gain such a strength
from what is tearing you apart
i believe that
it's going to be all right

[sara groves]