Timelessness — MG

“Pick your moment…” you say.
“But you’re so much more than just a moment…” I smile.
MG

You know that feeling when all the days merge into one? When a month feels like a week, a week like a day, all the days are one long adventure that you have no inkling of which hand is on which number.

That’s exactly the description, or sensation? That best put into words is the exhilaration of losing track of time without losing (completely) the sense of self. If anything, to be enveloped by time – the concept, which, in itself, does not quite exist rather appears to be a numerical equation created or measured by humans in order to create order out of what does not, inherently, seem to exist. 

Time. 

A journey, an adventure, an adherence by mankind simply because it is ‘defined’ rather than ‘decided’. 

Alas, I digress. 

But that, m’dear readers, is essentially how one experiences the ‘sense’ of time without quite losing sense of oneself. By… being present in the present. It is, indeed, that simple. 

Now, with all that in mind (or psyche), you may have an inkling of how we feel as we voyage through the wavelengths of time…lessness… 

Timeless. Apt choice of word, perhaps… 

To surf the waves of timelessness 
As the sounds of each collide
Gently into each other’s embrace
Each wave unfurls with the tide 
Rising tones riding waves 
Riding waves rising tides 
Curling up against the face
Splashing colours bright
Enveloping rocks by the shore 
Enhancing the shine on each outline 
Enriching the shape of the jaw
Entertaining the tip of the spine
Submerging below the shadows 
Emerging, blended 
Merging, whole 
Surge – splendid 

To ride on the waves of timelessness
Surf the wavelengths of time…

MG

“The adventure that is… me…” I joke..
“Us…” she whispers.
I melt.
MG

(Original 3 Sept)