Our present realities can be seen By the meaningful patterns of our past Past patterns are buoys in the fog ahead As dreams and nightmares coming true at last With several surprises in between
We will always be who we are yet change Albeit each by pattern each our way What to one is normal another strange Flows on like water as night follows day And as we have come so we will go more
It has to mean something that we are here In the midst of all this complexity With no brakes and not knowing how to steer And then beyond the how there is the why As you remain you while I become me
We recognize ourselves our patterns clear No matter how we live evolve and die Whether past or present reality Because reality is always now Whatever was or is or is to be
The bubble now cannot be burst somehow To look back or ahead is not to see Our spectrum of possibility for Within what the bubble now will allow We are freed from time for eternity
Eternity begins now one might say No one can find its beginning nor end We enter the river midstream instead: May you enjoy eternity my friend Right here and right now forever today
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.