I am human, trapped in time.
Time is a stone- unmovable, until crushed into sand. This represents man’s work with the earth.
The sand is then used to fill the hour glass.
Work is used to fill time is what that means.
But it’s a sand-pit which means…it is endless.
Work to be done, time moves on.
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Thinking of the “soul”, it’s role in ones identity- if it is infinite and it’s connection to my faith.
What enters the eyes enters the mind, or as a stronger metaphor what is perceived through the mind is all that can be owned or possibly understood.
As like an infant with only the ability to stare and want- as if that never changes, even into adulthood.
To think back to my birth is visit my mother and my first experience with love.
This memory is greater then all of earths troubles.
When the summer is here it is the celebration of life made well through spring- it reminds me of my mother and how she gave me physical life.
I use desire as the energy to get through my day.
I use desire as the energy to get through dark hours of sleep.
Feeling desire and endless desire with birth, this desire is the ambition to press forward…to seek, too find.
This desire to live, to be, to learn, is greater then despair I could feel- so I sip from the desire like its energy.
The acts of man destroying the sacred.
And now facing other humans as well as myself, having the ability to do both harm and good, harm usually caused through it’s disguise of “good”.