Real Time and Our Time

Real time stands still.

Held firmly in the Creator-Sustainer’s grip.

Real time does not move,

Has no color, no space, no dimension, no distance,

Lies beyond existence itself,

Rests.  Is.

In our time we are called to fashion color,

Space, dimension, and distance

Against the tiles of the nursing home floor.

Our time flows,

The river of Heraclitus,

Baffling us with its flowing,

Challenging us, daring us

To dip our feet twice in the same spot.

In our time there is birth, growth, entropy.

Things appeal, are brightly colored, l and then run down.

Real time and our time:

Our time flowing, a river.

Real time standing still.

--August 7, 2013