Time, This Culprit Behind Change

Little Pippi

Pippi, almost ready to start her day at kindergarten

Time

Time is a slow friend, gradually it eases anguish and suffering, dulling the senses once alive in the horror of the moment.

It is also a silent enemy, creeping, drawing out torment until it becomes unbearable.

Yet, it does not exist.

Cycles of renewal and decay; rising and collapsing within itself.

No beginning.

No end.

A forward direction?

An end before a beginning.

Acceleration through space slows the clock.

Faster means slower.

As time expands, space collapses.

As gravity increases, time expands.

A measurement of motion.

A measurement of nothing for a present moment never exists.

Invisible, silent, elastic and non existent.

Perhaps a moment is eternity and change happens within.

Can something that doesn’t exist be a friend or an enemy?

A life of delusion, acknowledging this illusive force.

This culprit behind all that changes.

Mix Hart

I wrote this poem today. What is today really? My knowledge of time comes from Buddhist philosophy, science and personal experience. The poem is appropriate because in true Mix Hart style, I arrived for an event at the wrong time…

Rushed to school with Pip this morning to discover I had the date wrong yet again! No candy house building until next week. Had to kiss my little Pip good-bye and take our candy stash back home with me. I do the whole date mix up often when my schedule is super busy–I am leaving the country tomorrow.
But at least I always arrive early by a day or week or more!

I choreographed a beautiful Hawaiian dance to Izzy’s White Sandy Beach of Hawai’i song. I am going to use the song as my cool down for Zumba. It is such a beautiful, relaxing song–it will be a treat for my dancers. 2 more new songs to learn before next term. I’ve almost finished learning them both.

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