Measure of loneliness whilst time drags

Wen Autumn comes in the land lots of people seem to come to think about “Life and death”. Not only are there the many pagan festivals like Halloween, Samhain, Witches Night, All Saints, All Souls, and commemorative services for the many casualties of war.

Back in Wintertime, having the darkness falling earlier, people retreated in their house, after work, often feel more lonely and wonder also what they are doing in this world and why. For many this life seems a great big burden. They do not seem to be able to feel any joy in having to get up to go to work every day and not being appreciated for what they do.

Even when nature does not really die, for many it feels like dying. The leaves falls off, and we hear less singing of the birds. The different bugs and the animals “hide” whilst the colourful flowers “falls to rest”.  But for man it does not seem to offer a moment for rest. The opposite Autumn for most people comes after the moment of joy and rest, after the pleasant Summer holiday.

Now we are confronted with a time of reflection, having us wondering about life and death. Now we also want to fill up time with reading more and watching more television, willing to escape from daily business. For many the distraction does not seem enough to take away the feeling of loneliness, instead it pushes it more to the forefront.

C.E. Pereira writes

The measure of loneliness.
The day drags on, slowly.
A long wait for night.
Time is mocking you.

Night doesn’t bring relief.
Sleep is but a dream.
Sixty seconds, a minute past.
You watch the hour hand.

Each second of time.
In slow motion, a split.
Is time stuck? Tell me.
No. Time is not stuck.

Time moves on, not me.
The pull of quicksand.
Time drags, time crawls.
Sinking into loneliness.

Happiness makes time fly.
Loneliness makes time crawl.
It is but an illusion we create.
Time is constant. Timeless.

{Time drags, time crawls C.E. Pereira – 16-10-2019}

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Preceding

Just a thought for this month of Changing colours in Western Europe

What traditions/rituals/routines do you have for welcoming Autumn?

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I Walked A Mile

In our life we may encounter lots of pains and moments we would not like to encounter, but we have to carry them with us and live with them. Point is that we learn from those not so nice moments and that we can learn from those less pleasant experiences, so that Hard days may strengthen us.

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I really like this simple but powerfully stated poem by Robert Browning Hamilton called “I Walked A Mile.”  It is only two stanzas but has a lot to say: 

“I walked a mile with Pleasure;
She chatted all the way
But left me none the wiser
For all she had to say.

I walked a mile with Sorrow;
And ne’er a word said she
But, oh! The things I learned from her,
When Sorrow walked with me.”

I completely agree with what he said in this poem for I have received many more blessings from Sorrow than ever I did from Pleasure!  Please share your thoughts with me on this poem!

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Come To The Quiet!

The rustling leaves want to whisper a lot to humanity. They hope that their fall song will reach some kind-hearted.

Though not many want to know or see that the surroundings where they are living in are a gift of the Divine Maker, Who has a plan for mankind but also wants us to take care of the earth and all living beings on it.

Joy Cometh In The Morning

 Do you hear it?Can you perceive it?The voice of God is callingRevealing bit by bitThe plan of your life laid outDoes He have to use a shout?To get the message to youExplaining all that it is about?Perhaps in all your busy waysThe quiet does not comeGod is calling you to STOPAnd know where peace is fromYou must let your words be fewTaking time to really hearKnowing God is speaking to youAnd that His Presence is so nearCome, Come to the quietSettle yourself to receiveGod is waiting to impartDirection and faith to believe!A word from the Lord in a poem as given to Nancy Young 9/21/2018 Ecclesiastes 5 "Keep thy foot when thou goest to the house of God, and be more ready to hear…for God is in heaven, and thou upon…

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Tri-Haiku XXV (October)

Poet's Corner

And so October
Memory of summer fades
and chill settles in

And yet the promise
as greenery turns to gold
with treasure to find

And as winter looms
summer falls from all the trees
as we wrap up warm

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Autumn Sunrise

I'm a teacher, again

Picture silent beauty of the fallen

cascades over night in morning’s fresh dew

Would we lives would suspend among such few

swept in a seasonal breeze unspoken

While lives do merit certain ambience

having understood time in element

sweet farewell of arid temperament

with knowledge shelter a vortex of chance

In morning humanity know each day

means a spiritual guide wills a solace

swift is the timing of fortunate Grace

will soon a blossoming might lead our way

Demands seek urgency’s mortality

Cycle of life bestow such is beauty

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Autumn – by T.E. Hulme

A touch of cold in the Autumn night –
I walked abroad,
And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge
Like a red-faced farmer.
I did not stop to speak, but nodded,
And round about were the wistful stars
With white faces like town children.
~ T.E. Hulme

Ed. note: Written in 1908, ‘Autumn’ by Thomas Ernest Hulme (1883-1917) English aesthetician, philosopher, literary critic, and poet, one of the founders of the Imagist movement and a major 20th-century literary influence.

Hulme posited that post-Renaissance humanism was coming to an end and believed that its view of man as without inherent limitations and imperfections was sentimental and based on false premises. His hatred of romantic optimism, his view of man as limited and absurd, his theology, which emphasized the doctrine of original sin, and his advocacy of a “hard, dry” kind of art and poetry foreshadowed the disillusionment of many writers of the 1920s. He advocated the “geometrical” art of Pablo Picasso and Wyndham Lewis as the potential expression of a new, more disciplined religious outlook. {Encyc Brit.}

On Arriving Home

In Pursuit of More

Today I sit quietly at home

Allowing it to be my home again,
although it feels somewhat foreign.

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welcomed peace

cnw

leave the doubt on your way in,
take off your shoes, relax.
it’s okay here,
ill intentions do not exist.
we’ll eat some nice dessert,
watch some mindless television
and chat about life’s deepest questions.
trust is given
happiness is forever
loving is as natural as breathing.

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metaphors of birds

House of Heart

Communing with birds

I open my empty palms

expecting metaphors to light

like fireflies on my life line.

From the back of my eyes

I can see the river Delta,

sweet green tarpaulin stretched

across the hemisphere and those

deep murky waters that reflect

a silver sky.

Fleeting memories disperse like clouds.

Just before sleep I sink deep

into illusory havens,

escape the boredom of life.

Metaphor and Allegory by Ju-Yu Chen

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by fire

House of Heart

When the sun is sinking low

the living gather at the river bank.

A widow wails her mantra out and into

the watery grave.

The Moon plays upon the wake of the burning boat

while at the bank mourners chant and dance

their faces obscured by the glow of the fire.

As the pyre disappears beyond the horizon

the young inhale herbs and chew kava

to make it easier to forget.

 

photo by Day Schildkret

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