What Time Is It?

What Time Is It?

Why is it that the faster you move,
the slower time passes?
In youth you cannot wait to be older.
Always rushing your life ahead.
It is always too slow.

Then as you age you realize that you have slowed down
and Time is speeding up.
Why is this?
Is it real or just our perception?

Then you come to an age that it seems
like what used to take minutes now takes hours.
You have less to do but it takes you longer to do it.

I am too old to speed up.
And time is not going to slow down.
Appreciate what you have when you have it.
Life is not a race to be won or lost.

We all get to the destination at our own pace.
In the Billions of possible Futures at any point of decision,
all the possible outcomes become realities.
The "You" that you think of as "I" does not see the other "I"s,
carrying on with different versions of the life you have led.

Sometimes there may be "slips" in the continuum.
We may catch glimpses of ourselves living different lives.
Our possible/probable lives sometimes cross at certain points.
We all know this but we think all these lives are separate.
They are, but they are not.

They are all part of a larger self that has an even larger self
that Observes and experiences but does not interfere.
We are all Quantum Particles that go to infinity forwards and backwards.
All exist now.
Reality is an illusion of what all the "I"s and all the "You"s
decide it is.
Reality by consensus.
Change your Mind - Change your World.


© Oct. 21, 2012 Philip G. DeLoach

Me and The Moon

Me and the Moon

I used to lie in the bed at night
looking out my open window
when everyone else was asleep.
I could feel the Summer breeze on my face.
carrying the smell the honeysuckle.

Lying there I could hear the sounds of the crickets and frogs
and always the sad song of the whippoorwill.
The fireflies outside would weave intricate patterns
among the limbs of the Pine Trees.
And hundreds of them would rise up out of the meadow
looking like tiny spaceships all taking off at once.
They moved as if on cue.
I would wonder where they all went during the day.

I could feel the moon outside even when I couldn't see it.
I felt it's pull.
It was watching over everything from it's perch in the sky.
I didn't have to see it because it was almost like it spoke to me,
calling me out.

There seemed to be a sound.
A low hum that most people never heard.
That was the Moon talking to me.
Sometimes I answered and went outside.
I would lie in the middle of the road and look up at the stars.
That was the best place to see everything.

I had a toy Telescope.
I called it a SpyGlass.
I could see the Craters on the Surface.
It really looked like a giant ball floating in space.

Occasionally I would see shooting stars.
Some would sparkle and glow in different colors
as they flew past.

I knew there was a reason for all this.
An Intelligence behind it all.
A Big Plan and we were all part of that Bigger Plan.
It made me sad to think that it may all end one day.

© Sept 1, 2012 Philip G. DeLoach

The Masked Ball

The Masked Ball

You see them everywhere.
They pass you by and look you up and down.
Then they either sneer or smile.
You wonder what goes on behind their mask.

They all wear masks.
If you ask them to take off their mask,
sometimes they comply.
All you see is a black hole that goes on forever.

That is where they live.
Everywhere and nowhere.
Life is a masked ball.
Without the Ball.

I want to see lights.
Lots of lights.
The brighter, the better.
Because that is where I want to go.

All the stink, disease, hate, and poisonous people,
will be somewhere else.
Love and Peace will be there.
Everyone you have ever loved and who has loved you will be there.

Take off your mask as you look in the mirror and see
what is behind your mask.
Nobody will be watching, except you.
You may like what you see.

If you are my friend I think you will.

© July 29, 2012 Philip G. DeLoach

Larry's Not Home

Larry's Not Home

Larry's not home today.
He is in a dumpster behind the fancy restaurant
you know, the one on the other side
of town.

His cat found a rat to eat so he's happy.
He's sleeping now so don't wake him.
Larry has a college degree.
He used to have a family.

He recently found a nice blue blanket.
It was fine except for a couple holes.
Blue is Larry's favorite color.
He got some candles from the homeless shelter.

Larry tried to live a normal life.
He couldn't find a job.
If he found one he couldn't keep it.
Hard to get a job with no address and no phone number.

People think Larry is lazy.
Larry is not lazy.
Staying alive every day is hard work
when you have nothing and nowhere to go.

Some people give him money.
Some give him scornful looks.
Some don't even see him.
He is like a ghost walking around the streets.

Some people yell at him, "Get a Job!" they say.
Larry doesn't say anything.
He knows it doesn't do any good.
He would rather be invisible than be a target.

Larry knows the best dumpsters in town.
The hard thing is finding a restroom
or a place to take a bath.
Restaurants won't let you use their restrooms
if you are not a customer.
Larry is not a customer he just needs to use the bathroom.
He finds a doorway in an alley.

People don't like for Larry to urinate in their doorway.
The cops will arrest him or beat him up if they see him.
Larry doesn't know how old he is.
Or the last time his home was not a cardboard box.

He still has a small photo of his mother.
At least he thinks it is his mother.
He wants to believe it is her anyway.
He thinks he had a brother once.

His shoes were falling apart.
The soles were coming loose.
He found some duct tape
and taped them back on.
Duct tape is good stuff.

I went by to see Larry the other day.
Larry wasn't home.
His cat was gone too.
I looked around for anything that was worth keeping.
I don't think Larry's coming home no more.

© May 16, 2012 Philip G. DeLoach

Time Before Time

Time Before Time

I can remember when I was not who I am.
I can remember when I was not somebody else.
When things were as they should be.
When skies were blue and the air was clean.
When days were long and time did not rush by
like a speeding freight train.

Apples were given time to ripen before being picked.
We took the time to notice one another.
To get to know one another.
We took the time to actually talk to one another.

I guess we have more time to remember
when we had more time, and less time to make
more memories to forget.

Do you remember when you were someone else?
When we were somewhere else?
When we had nothing to do and all day to do it?

Times and Tides Change and we swing like pendulums
in an ever increasing clock.
We smile as we pass as one heads toward the future
and the other heads toward the past.

Nothing changes, but nothing stays the same.
We are unconscious Chameleons.
Evolving, devolving, discovering, and losing,
all at the same time.

Sometimes my memories seem more real than the present day.
The Past, Present, and Future sometimes merges
into a confusing blend of yesterday, today, and tomorrow.
Where are we now?
Where will we be yesterday?

You see there actually is no Past, Present, or Future.
Everything that has ever happened, and will happen,
already exists every moment of the day.
We have already done everything we will ever do.
We just haven't realized it yet.

They say it's not too late to change the future
but, it's also not too late to change the past.

Our lives are spread like a layer of peanut butter across a slice of time.
Some blends, some overlaps.
Some lives end and others begin but it is all the same ball of energy just changing it's configuration.

The Emperor gets a new set of clothes.
Then he dies, and is buried in them, only to wake in another time and place
with not only new clothes but a new body, a new face, a new life.

At every point of decision in our lives we create an infinity of possibilities.
Each of those possibilities continue on separately creating infinitely more possibilities.

We are on one strand of that network of possibilities.
Our perception is what defines who and where we are at the present moment.
It can all change in the blink of an eye.

The end of the world has already happened.
But the beginning of a new world is happening also.
It is a constant dance across infinity.
We dance until we all eventually learn that we don't have to go anywhere
to get to where we all eventually will be.

We are already there.
Love and trust in life is the glue that holds it all together.

It is all that really matters.
It is the only eternal thing that exists.
And there is plenty of it because the more you give away
the more you get.

© Apr. 8, 2012 Philip G. DeLoach