abyssia

the end comes, again and again.
so too, the beginning.
time comes and time goes and it's time again for something new.
something true.
something that will sooth and comfort.
something that will stimulate and arouse.
something that will challenge and invigorate.
something that will evolve....
shiva keeps his drum beat for us.
i know time.
i see the cycles of life.
i know the truth.
i only seem to have forgotten it.
i sometimes hide.
truth is.
but it is not always what i want.
i speak of endings and beginnings,
but what of the soft, chewy middles?
do i pay them much mind?
can i live in the middle?
in the moment when time is not?
mindfulness, some call it.
when washing the dishes, wash the dishes.
experience the moment.
a moment in time, moments out of time.
sounds peaceful.



i remember feeling peaceful when i did this little sketch. there was just me and pencil and paper and maybe five minutes... time. heh. ;o)