SPARROWS

You know, these moments,
all of them,
they exist in time,
all at once.

The idea that time is a thing
that occurs in a line,
one moment after another,
is only an illusion.

We are all things all at once.
We are child and man, daughter and mother,
hateful and adored, artist and drone,
dead and alive, possibility and doom.
Wholly nothing and incompletely everything.

There is no now, then or when.  Are you any less
that person you were back then now because
time has passed and those places have become
remote?

Has your father passed?  Is that love lost?
I am now all the things that I am - I am as I always have been and always will be.
There is no loss but there is no escape.
Every discovery is an uncovering of something that has always been there.
All loss is infinite achieving.