a Dream of Time

We are born into an hourglass, a structure of time

For a moment there is no sand around us
But the colorless sand transformed into our cage.

As we take our first breath

The universe is transparent, boundless.

We enter into our own time

The count starts, sand lands on our heads

Shocked, we cry, trapped, cold, alone.

The grains fall around us, they become familiar

We use them, become comfortable in them

As it falls we assume new sand will always fall

So we can keep building our sandcastles…

Some become aware of our imprisonment

Some attempt to escape early

Rushing Jumping Building Steps

Up towards the fall of sand

The movement looks to show only one way out

Choking, suicidal, some get stuck in the rush of time

But spirits cannot move from the stream until the grains have all fallen through…

For the rest, when the grains run out, for a moment there is peace

A clear path for spirit to leap into the empty chamber above

Leaving our bodies below.

Spirit can float free without time

Until inertia turns the hourglass over and we begin again

The dust from our old lives mixing with time

Pouring over us again, old patterns and habits

While our spirit remembers only love and wisdom

It begs to be heard through the noise from the fall

But

Sometimes

There is a spirit that remembers its nature is pure light

And for the joy of it

The joy alone

The spirit embraces its light nature

Floating free between turns of the glass

Illusion is banished

And light passes through glass

So

There comes a choice

To be light inside time

Or to be light outside time

And then

To return to time as light?