Unharried
UNHARRIED
Take time for space
And you will find space for time
Make space for time
And you will find time for space
Time and space are one
Are everything, are nothing
Firmly yet lightly they hold us
It is we who do all the grasping
Posted on April 5, 2014, in Poetry, Writing and tagged Acceptance, Life, Peace, Self-management, Stress, Struggle. Bookmark the permalink. 12 Comments.
Ben Naga 
There is truth here. You have a habit of dredging that old man who is an old woman out and making him sound like a riddle that is absolutely, absolutely clear.
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Hopefully with something worth saying,
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Ben, another poem to love. Though probably not quite what you had in mind, it reminded me of how years ago I noticed a certain phenomena: when I disciplined myself to make more “space” AND “time” for certain philosophical studies, somehow no time or space was lost, and there was more of it for doing other (mundane, but fun) things. When I skipped the hard work of studying, suddenly there was LESS time for the fun things. It was a paradox – maybe a little instant karma.
And so true: “It is we who do all the grasping.” Yep!!!
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You describe them well; the trials of duality. Once we find ourselves falling into “having” time/space rather than “being” time/space then we have started on a very slippery slope. It may take years to recover.
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exACTly.
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Softly, softly, catchee monkey. 🙂
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Hahaha! Exactly. My word of the day, apparently 😉
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softly, catchee or monkey? Or perhaps “exactly” (exactly = “out of character”. !?!?!? )
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Well, I was the one who kept saying “exactly.” So I was referring to that word. Love your truism, by the bye.
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Thank you. 🙂
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True true true. I need more space to organize my time.
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With persevere I am sure you will find it somehow.
Putting this alongside what I wrote in reply to your comment to “A Season In Edge Hill” I thought that young people seem to be mindlessly preventing themselves from having any time or space with their interminable mobile gadgetry. Private time to think, read and reflect were definitely the most important element of my youth, and that is what allowed me to become who I became.
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