"Time"
Faery Godmother © Brian Froud Time is the only thing
that becomes scarce,
despite all the saving.
Time is money, they say.
To Earth our “eternity”
is less than the blink of an eye.
I am the faery godmother.
My soul is ancient,
and sometimes I remember
the time before time.
Back then my years have been counted
by growing experience,
by the cycles of the Moon,
by Winters and flood times survived;
by the number of my children
whom I birthed into their life-times;
by scars and wrinkles, landscape of my skin,
mythscape of my life –
I was one with all living beings,
sharing the deep pulse
with the rise and fall of the tide,
the silent breath flowing in and out
and the scary, yet powerful short moment in between,
the points of stillness and return,
of scantiness and abundance.
Time was a constant flow,
always available like the air that fills my lungs,
like the land, the vast Earth under my bare feet
it belonged to itself.
Today they tell us
that time and Earth are measured, cut, taken,
shared, split and sold –
oh powerful imagination!
They talk us into believing
their concept of scarcity, BUT…
the Earth quivers and moves,
sways and shakes her enormous body, and
buildings, borders, schedules fall apart.
Through the crevices,
Time seeps back into the world,
inseparable, indivisible,
constant, self-replenishing flow.
Today I live, as in the ancient times,
time-less within time,
pausing for precious moments
I breathe – eternity. |
