Tapestry
Times goes in ribbons,
Moving flat, overtwining
Three or more to make a braid
Or some kind of Moebius phenomenon
The writer lives in Spain
Time is different there for him
I live in the Northeast
Time moves incessant
Where busyness is a virtue
Invoke Einstein
The bridging through wormholes
Impedance, or allowance, of dark matter
Making standing still to FTL all
Possible
And in a possible time,
What cannot be invented
What cannot be savored
In all moments
And as a coda, wonder with me
Please
What might be the artifacts
I’ve imagined time, my time
My life as
A banner or
A tapestry
(if a banner, I suppose there is a message
though I don’t know what that is)
All things are kept
All things recorded
The thread might not all be lasting
Some might have come undone
Been burned through misapprehension
Or bad days for
Another reason
But one strand, at least
Maybe two strands
Keeps or keep
The rest
So that there is intactness
To the living
With a record for accounting
Or maybe, only for display
When all is done
And Parousia installs
A great exhibition
I doubt any of my thread is gold
But I do bid for colors
Of all kinds
With bumps and cautionary stitching
Here and there
I don’t know how concerned I am
That the edges be so straight
C L Couch
Time isn’t the same everywhere.
[my emphasis]
You can think about pause as a habit. One executive I worked with would take five minutes to himself, to do nothing in particular, before he left the office. He made it a way to close the day, and leave work thoughts at work, rather than carrying them home with him. You might think about designing longer and deeper pauses for yourself, and how you could create a space where pauses are woven into the fabric of your life or work.
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