Time is no more....

as my senses seem to taste the surroundings;


the crow calls and the door slams shut.

Breathe.

Thoughts still pour relentlessly into my mind...

stirring the bowl of contemplation.

I hold them not...and they go,

to make room for others...

Impressions of fear and loss......

of sensibilities retained for much too long;

slowly disappear, like chasing a forgotten dream.

....no raindrop, no breath of wind, no scent goes unoticed....

as they approach and leave the shore of my mind...

New horizons are opened....new vistas beyond.......

I feel my Heart breaking from its cast and slumber,

soon to be blazing a trail of certitude and countenance I've never known ......

it is Now ...

to where I must return.

(Gregory)