"How Brief These Moments, How Long Their Interludes"

Everlasting it seems, is this Nighght of day   -   with it's cold, rigid, and unyielding quiet.

      As a paradox, seem it may ......................... but 'tis true as the life that buys it.



Know the heat of Sun on one's face.

Yet, day is cold, and grey in This place!



Know the songs in Spirits of Nature ............... birds and insect, trees and flower.

Though all that is heard this day is the Voice of Silence,  hour   after   interminable    Hour.



Mïnd is clear and fresh - yet blank!

Feelings are focused, tuned, and sensitive.

Yet in reaching out ............. they discover only empty, Senselessness!



Mïnd knows that Time is Everlasting.

Yet that tick of the eternal clock is cloaked in motionless silence.

Time is indeed Eternal ......................  and   Frozen!



Mïnd cries our Why?   Where has it gone?

How could it manage to escape my grasp   -   with such Stealth,  with such ease?

Where could there be Time to walk from the stage

To step out of the Eternal Dance ............ and leave?

IT whispers back with a voiceless voice, saying

 ^« I Am But An Embryonic Citizen Of Eternity! ^»

"How brief these Moments,  How long their Interludes"

a service of  Ther°al L . Bynum, M.D.
Dr.Bynum@HypnosisForYou.com^®
last update:   April - 2008.
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