the feeling of time

23 January, 2010 § Leave a comment

work has been … indescribable.  there is no feeling which i associate it with.

each morning, whilst waiting for the bus at a stop outside, i remember what beauty is.  the sound of the birds, the deep green veins of the tree with the butterfly-shaped leaves, the gentleness of the morning sky.

and something or other fills me up inside on the journey.  these moments are relics to see me through the day because days go by without any feeling of time.

we all feel time differently.  some more conscious of it than others.  and i, am conscious of those moments when i lose cognisance of the sensation of time passing me by.

this is not timelessness; this is a different creature.  a creature with nothing in the middle.  a hollow.

i will not be a hollow.

what better inspiration to seek life’s poetry than to listen to the sublime and breathless Milonga del Angel.  it is life-giving.

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