“in rivers, the water that you touch
is the last of what has passed
and the first of that which comes;
so with present time.”
-leonardo da vinci
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Irish hills, Michigan, usa – may 2019
“in the time it takes to say ‘now,’ now is already over.
it’s already ‘then.’ ‘then’ is the opposite of ‘now.’
so saying ‘now’ obliterates its meaning,
turning it into exactly what it isn’t.”
-ruth ozeki, a tale for the time being
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my life’s interpretation of the above passage from ruth’s beautiful book :
by the time i get my clocks reset,
the time will change back again to the time it was when i started
like it never happened
until it happens again.
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daylight saving time has arrived once again
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image credit: pinterest, photographer unknown
now that the day of winter solstice has passed
we are already adding seconds/minutes of daylight to each new day
working our way back toward the summer solstice
i hope to use the extra light wisely.
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6,400,099,980 moments constitute a single day. every single one of those moments provides an opportunity to reestablish our will. even the snap of a finger provides us with sixty-five opportunities to wake up and to choose actions that will produce beneficial karma and turn our lives around.”
-dogen zenji-13th century zen master
(as quoted by ruth ozeki, author of A Tale for the Time Being.)
what i saw
as i arrived at school
for parent teacher conferences
at the beginning of the day.
also what i saw
as i left school
after parent teacher conferences
at the end of the same day.
stories shared
questions answered
conversations had.
a day always passes
no matter how busy or how calm
no matter what we have done or not done
somehow slipping by.
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‘the long day wanes; the slow moon climbs the deep.’
-alfred lord tennyson
kinders watch closely as the sand slips away.
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‘the sand in the hourglass runs from one compartment to the other,
marking the passage of moments with something constant and tangible.
if you watch the flowing sand,
you might see time itself riding the granules.
contrary to popular opinion,
time is not an old white-haired man,
but a laughing child.
and time sings.’