Musings of a tightrope walker... A Place of Distance My tightrope is a place of distance
Today Walking my tightrope today I saw the trees all upside down Searching for clouds on water’s face Now where are their roots? I guess in the sky... And mine? Yours?
Now I'm sitting on my tightrope
Time I am obsessed with the realityÉ or non-reality of timeÉ Is time a dimension? Is there any duality to time? Is time linear? Is there any non-time? Is time energy? How can we loose time, safe time, win time? Can time stop, be compressed, slow down, extend or reverse?
Passing Passing of thoughts like The birds in the wind No traces No traces No traces Passing of feelings Like waves in the wind No traces No traces No traces Passing of dreams Like smoke in the wind No traces No traces No traces
Footprints After the snow has melted away, But the lake is still frozen, Footprints can be seen crisscrossing the ice Where deer and foxes passe With hungry stomachs longing for food After the years have melted away But the body is still alive Footprints can be found crisscrossing the soul Where deeds and wishes passe The restless mind longing for love
Contemplation Spending some time on a bridgeÉ Looking up the river Looking down the river Contemplating Future now and past I couldn’t make up my mind Where the future wasÉ Was future the stream coming towards me? Was my place on the bridge the ‘now’? Were the leaving waters equal to our idea of the past? They had passed under the bridge, yesÉ but Weren’t the waters running down constantly towards the future? If I would be sitting in a boat The water would carry me towards the future ahead. Spending some time on a bridgeÉ Observing the waters Was creating 'illusions' of now, future and past Maybe there is no past No future either And not even a now. There might be only the ‘flow’! |
