In the beginning
but where is the beginning
everything seems to stem
from something else?
In our need for orderly thinking
we arrange everything
to have a beginning and an end
throw in hours, days, years
clocks everywhere.
But is this really how
the world is?
Don’t we all get “lost in time”
where hours pass and we
melt into the flow of life
without awareness of time passing?
Maybe there is no beginning
or ever any end
no linear flow
only is
now
or perhaps
nothing.
