this.
this is an hourglass.
this holds memories.
this is a symbol.
this is a number of things.
must I explain it to you?
where is your own heart?
where is your soul?
go and find your own sand and air and glass;
go and write your own story.
except that we all have the same story,
which is why we love
to hear others' stories so.
this is an hourglass.
this is perfection, broken.
what broke it is not of the greatest importance.
carelessness.
misuse.
abuse.
it might as well have been dashed on rocks.
it holds sand.
it might keep time -
but only once.
the sand runs out
blows away
scatters to the wind.
a broken vessel.
A broken vessel that carries time with the opportunity to be an empty vessel without time, immersing itself in what it cannot control by tilt or by turnover: air. Inspiro. Air comes and air goes but cannot be contained, cannot be held by this vessel. What time was the vessel really holding before anyway? Was it past time? Was it current time? Was it future time? Of all these can it be said that the amount of time/sand in it to begin with was infinite only in that while the vessel was yet unbroken the sand remained consistent, constant, without change, only going through the passing of time in one direction or the other. Time spent dwelling. Time spent forward thinking. Of all the time that was before now there is only one direction that lasts and it is without reversibility, without return of memory, without addition of time on top of time on top of... but God now let the vessel operate outside space-time, now the eternal perspective comes into view and this world inside the hourglass becomes very small indeed. But an end of a very long string that is eternity. Yes, this is your eternal existence, it is not so finite. Yet with the final breath of the hourglass that is left will you push the quality of your character to grow with the eternal perspective in mind? Would your anger be so hard to put away if you knew it could develop, grow, become pure hatred by the latter half of eternity? But only 60 years, 70 years, 80 years perhaps... this finite time we have to grow instead into loving kindness and to be expressions of that eternal love now... so eternity comes easy, eternity comes now, eternity is now. Run out sand, blow away, scatter to the wind, this broken vessel has found a home.
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