To move in a circle is to align.
But what do birds know? We say.
Their reality out of tune
With the clock we chose to follow and obey
This coloniser
No time is lost
When we lose sense of time
And timeless are those
Whose internal clocks
Embrace chaos
The rest of us
Eventually draw
Impregnated by the order
That has little to do with our own digestion
Breathless
Choked
We grow and eat fruit that is out of season
And even if we have plenty of time to ponder
The quantity of time we are left with
We fear time being ‘wasted’.
What is time then? What is it for?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~All that lives has time
But wise are those who, like birds,
Don’t think of time
But are in time
The rest of us are slaves
Too shy to resist
To dull to rebel
To release ourselves from the strains of scheduled existence.
Are we most vulnerable, most naked when still?
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It is a transgression of a sort to be in one’s individual time
You can’t put a madman into a timeframe
And to be timeless you need to be a little mad
But, oh, she is so timeless! We sigh in envy.
As we continue to spend time in this obedience
Working out someone else’s clock
Our precious time
Worn out in tiredness
What chaos are we fearing when we introduce ‘time’?
This clock that ticks above our beds and dining tables
And by now ticks in our heads too
What a paranoia
What drowsiness
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~How perfect are those unplanned,
Meant to be interactions.
When my time, by accident, aligns with yours.
It is meant to be! We say, in thrill.
Doubting the necessity of that which Is not destiny.
But it takes courage
To build relationships through chance encounters.
To see what comes
And trust it will come again.
To not produce that which is not in season
But rather to delight only in that which
Calls for sprouting by the logic of its own time.
No excess.
No overflow.
Moving cyclically as all else moves beneath our feet.
Not reflecting upon
But reflecting it
Refracting
We too are the rays of sun
Written: June 2021 as part of the IS TIME REAL? residency project at BigCi Australia.