I listen to the sound of the stream and its tiny waterfalls and I find myself encapsulated by the sound, the rhythm of the falling drops.
I sense an ancient presence among these trees…
Is it God?
Or is it Me?
What am I looking for?
And what did I find?
A voice from a distant past?
Echoes of the Present?
Or shadows of the Future?…
My body’s still
My body’s cold
My mind is big
My mind is old
My name is Keithius, and I
challenge thee, o Time!
Make yourself my servant,
Or I’ll be thine!
Time is short and time is long
A paradox has come to show
Puzzle over this for years I will
Time’s new challenges, they come still.
