The Sands of Time
By Nate Leved
Day flows into night and
moons grow fat at their
appointed times. Serpents
eat rodents and only the
all-seeing moon knows why.
The rats surely don't
know, and neither do they
contemplate the why. Was it
hunger that caused the
demise of the rats, or was
it their stupidity at lingering
too near the snakes? There are
choices for those who think,
but rats do not think-
they only react.
To each of us, the wind
whispers our name as we move
through the night under
alabaster moons trying to
understand why we even have
a name one day to be carved
upon our gravestones in the
forgotten garden of eternity.
We view sea birds of the air
and the gray driftwood that
washes up on the tormented
shore, but it all means
nothing if we can't enjoy it.
What would we know if we
counted each grain of sand
at our feet? Would it matter?
In time, would the oceans
still become deserts and the
sand as rocks if we couldn't
count the individual grains?
Each piece of driftwood once
was from a tree, a living
thing, but we must have first
seen a tree to know the why.
Does it matter which tree?
One day someone may very well
pick up our ivory bones, and
for a while contemplate them,
as they wash up on the sands
of time. They might even
wonder who we were and what
we did with our days in this
place of light and shadow.
Does it matter? Who will
really care a hundred years
after our death? What then?
Will we sleep in quiet repose
under a graveyard marker or
will we fill some forgotten
hole in the ground? Then too,
perhaps, we shall simply
become dust upon the ground
like the sand. But consider,
if that is all there is to it,
why even bother to contemplate
our fate?
Hah! It does matter! Our
essence goes on forever, and
so do we! Contemplate that we
only pass through a portal when
we transist to another time and
place. The important fact is
that we do go on. Consider that
we may one day appear in the
future, or perhaps, in the past.
The question is, do we make
choices, or does it matter?
Are we snakes or rats or perhaps,
something more?
Energy knows neither time nor
place, nor does it care. Are we
only energy or perhaps, something
more? If we look at the grains of
sand and count them all, we shall
surely know that we have wasted
our time instead of seeking the
joy of life. But even if we do
choose to undertake such a
thankless chore as counting
grains of sand, will we ever
know why they are there?
Consider that becoming aware of
the sands of time all at once is
as good as counting its grains.
Perhaps, we should be satisfied
with that and choose more
interesting pursuits. The sand,
the trees and even the world will
change, but we won't unless we take
control.
Therefore, we must learn, do and
teach to improve and expand our
essence. Yes, we must increase our
personal power too, for both our
essence and our power shall determine
our fate for a long, long time. We
must make the most of what we are
and try to grow in stature!
Wizards change things.
Leved
Copyright 1996-2003, Nate Leved, all rights reserved.
"May the Dark Sun light your journey."