I am 71, find I think more about time
than I talk about it. Think only in the spiritual
realm is “in my end is my beginning” true.
Know you and I have the double-edged
sword of flesh and blood, heart and soul,
that grace of imagination. “Consider the lilies
of the field, how they grow. . . Even Solomon
in all his glory was not arrayed like one
of these.” I feel the stick of a Zen master
across my heart and soul and mind.
Consider the nature of time as I know it –
sunrise to sunset, moonrise to moonset.
Waking, dreaming. Think 10, 15 years then
think again – a year has no meaning,
only what can be held, given away,
all and everything beyond duration
except for remembering.