Time is floating by
Full of broken promises and dreams,
Never fully realized in the time of strangeness.
Time is filled with loneliness,
painful memories of loss and rot.
Things lost or never gained.
Wipe out that pain.
Unlock the secrets of Time.
Walking down the halls of memories,
memories acquired through eternity's expanse
do we find something decent after all
among that cluttered mass
of unreality?
Time consisting of a million years,
countless lives of tears,
of many great men brought down by their fears.
I can see time that way.
The jumbled thoughts of a passed eternity
never ceasing,
not for any man,
not even a moment.
A lost thought or forgotten dream,
time is the keeper of them all.
Time has passed since before our lives,
seen our elders grow up and die.
will see us go and come again.
It sees all but not at all.
Time sees the world through turmoil,
has seen cities rise and fall.
Seen the good and bad of men
both find a bitter end.
Time remains impartial,
changing nothing today.
Yet as it goes by, eventually,
everything's taken away.
Why do people fail to see
the failings of society?
They seek help from far away,
still richer monks sit and pray
for those they are unwilling to save.
Time holds all answers
that will ever be,
yet will anyone live to see them?
Try as we might
to fight the good fight,
the secrets stay locked in the vault.
Unlock the vault.
Unlock the secrets of time.
Histories of the world are generally written to either celebrate technology and science, or to herald doom. My book examines the path of the spirit in the onward rush.
This combined narrative dialogue and play is about the uncreated, unborn and undying transcendent Self of God-consciousness and Buddha-nature. It describes an odyssey of transcendent Consciousness Awakening and Remembrance.