Memories

The Giver

Memories
Of a past
Forgotten, buried
Or perhaps a future
Yet to be…

Memories
Swirl and dance
Drift below
Muffle the ground
Like piled snow

Grab your sled
Hurry up, come on
There’s something there
Something not yet begun
Can you taste the colors and the sounds
Everywhere… they cover the ground

Too many for just one
Bent and broken soul
Too many for two as well

S o   r e l e a s e . . .

Let them drift
Let them fly
Let them billow
Fill the sky

Memories bring joy
Memories bring pain
But in the end
There is wisdom to gain
So catch the snowflakes
Before they turn to rain

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Wednesday Wisdom: M. C. Escher

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Which reality is actually more powerful:

that of the present, instantly absorbed by our senses and discernible,

or the memory of what we experienced previously?

Is the present truly more real than the past?

I really do not feel capable of answering this.

–  M. C. Escher  –

Journal, 19 January 1945