I began thousands of years ago on a cave wall somewhere in Africa. I painted the idea of you before symbols could make sounds in our heads. And each time I come back, I'm the same. This is not the first time you've read this. I've told you a thousand times over a thousand years. I am no more the first me that's ever been than you are the first you. And we certainly won't be the last.Tuesday, January 20, 2009
The Time Before Now
I began thousands of years ago on a cave wall somewhere in Africa. I painted the idea of you before symbols could make sounds in our heads. And each time I come back, I'm the same. This is not the first time you've read this. I've told you a thousand times over a thousand years. I am no more the first me that's ever been than you are the first you. And we certainly won't be the last.
and I always pray that in all our lifetimes we found each other and that we will find each other in our lifetimes after this one.
ReplyDeleteAnd there's a thousand more years to come...
ReplyDeleteThe notion that the feelings that we feel are because of us, yet transcend us, sustains me.
ReplyDeleteI like what you said, chop logik. Explain a bit more?
ReplyDeleteThis entry is intense. It really is a great idea that you write... It's just such a good thing.
i really enjoy all the black and white images with bold words
ReplyDeleteI was trying to say that we cause this love to be born, yet this love has existed before us, & will continue after us. We keep it flowing, in our little world of smiles & touches. But part of what makes it so very magical is that we all get a taste the deep, vast truth that is love. A very real creation of something bigger than ourselves, bigger than all of us. That whole idea gives me hope for the day to come.
ReplyDeleteIt's like a lake, really. The more words I throw in it, the muddier it gets. Better we just sit beside it, and keep each other warm.