Eternity,
timelessness,
devoid of measure and space.
Linear brain
devises a way
to somehow exact a place
where all exists
(where no thing is)
mortal mind insists
on one point,
a place,
on one moment,
a time,
infinitely huge and small,
stretching out endlessly in a line,
forgetting time
is three-dimensional,
(yet, not at all),
only a construct, a tool of our mind,
a vain attempt to
define what is
everything and nothing,
forever and never:
we cannot comprehend.
So we build a box,
a tidy, measured square,
time marking our lives in
seconds, minutes, hours,
and years spent there.
If not for us looking
it would not be,
but for our eyes
there’d be nothing to see,
but for our ticking clocks
there’d be only one moment:
this eternal Now.
© Janet Mitchell, June 2012








