The Halls of Time.

 

A deep echo,

A loud noise

resounds within my soul.

It echoes down the corridors of Time.

Reminding me of my origins.

In Time I fly,

trying to recreate

the echoes of the past.

The echoes that remind me

of whom I have been

and who I might become.

 

The wind now howls

through the long forgotten corridors

of my mind.

A gestalt of thought and memory and sound.

Hollow and barren.

What became of all those dreams?

All those creations

that might have been?

Where are they now?

Do I need them still?

And what if, once found,

They were created anew?

Would they survive the ravages of Time?

Or die and wither in the lost halls

Of times gone by.

 

Only Time will tell

and thought and mind reveal.

Those shadowy echoes

that live still

In the darkness

waiting…

Waiting for the right moment

to reveal themselves.

 

That time is NOW

It is time to REMEMBER.

TIME TO REVEAL ALL.

Surrender to the pull.

Surrender to the knowledge of Times past,

And acknowledge its wisdom,

For all now is possible

And in their possibilities many will be manifest.

Surrender to it all

And LIVE.

Author's Note

I wrote this a couple of years ago and completely forgot about it.

Reviews

Treasures and cultures are buried because they will have to resurface again at the right time.

They are kept, preserved, to the way they are, and the way the world is.

This piece was released with its appropriate time, ripe, and ready to impart knowledge.

Great fundamentals.

A great piece.

[Michael X]

This is beautifully written and expressed, reminds me of the hall of records,
in astral projection, the imagery and passion are ascending in thought.
I loved the haunting, delving nature weaving the meaning together. Excellent Job!

[R J Askew]

I latched onto the idea of corridors in the mind and that called up ideas of corridors in a college years ago...a notice board here, a door there...and then I was walking down them again...and then I remembered how I was and what I might have been had I taken a few different turnings here and there. So the poem had a strong trigger effect in my mind. I dunno how to deal with the past. But I do agree with the last line that we have to live now.

[Ani Ashford]

YES! You have really put it into these flowing words.... that sense of whispering urgency, allowing us to unfold to the 'what is' and what can be. I really feel like we are 'spirit sisters'. I am so glad we have connected. Your words are very timely to me - as this reminds me how short time can be and to live life to the moment. YES! Thank you for sharing this, and thank you for finding it to post.

[Dorchadas]

Magically haunting.
The strength of memories, both good and bad. The soul that thrives regardless of experience is a strong one & yours emanates a positivity that is contagious. Beautiful and timeless.

[Aspiring Angel]

Well shame on you for forgetting you had written this!! LOL

What a beautiful write this is. It speaks so directly to the heart and it speaks for many. I have missed dropping in on you the last few days. I always so enjoy my visits with you. Maybe "time" will be kind to me more often soon. I loved your closing lines. They bring such a strong feeling of hope. So strong that 'Hope" that leaves with all that enter here when your page is closed.

Hugs,
Lesa

[poddar kushal]

Time is the only immortal thing that lives through us and repeats itself. Your magnetic piece captures its essence quite well.

[Legion]

Bring forth the moment. Bring forth that life. Brilliant. Glad you dug it up.

[Emily B]

This will give me much to think about on my journeys this weekend. I'm going to a place where the past continually walks. It is nice to surround ourselves with that sometimes.

This is a writing that I will find myself coming to re-visit from time to time.