Time will change us, but we can’t change time.
Original DDE™ art: “The Current” by: rob kistner © 12/4/25
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there is a vital current
in the vast sea of time
a gentle but constant flow
below the visible world
it carries the fading warmth of now
into tomorrow’s still-forming light
we drift upon its invisible insistence
held by a rhythm older than memory
guided by forces
that whisper through our choices
through the soft turning of seasons
through the small courage of endeavor—
of waking again
today glimmers briefly—
a bright crest
on a wave already traveling
already reshaping itself
into the next unfurling moment
ahead lie uncharted waters
shorelines faint as breath
possibilities drifting like seeds
on winds of a distant summer
time moves
we move with it—
toward the bright edge of becoming
time’s current holds us steady
even when we lose our way—
it moves us gently
faithfully
toward the future
a future
rising like a breaking sunrise
over an unseen land
rob kistner © 12/4/25
I read your poem twice .. time standing still both times. I enjoyed each of your descriptions of time … my favorite is “time moves
we move with it toward the bright edge of becoming.” Last time to have an in person visit ~~ Saturday morning if you can roll out of bed. As I will attempt.
Thank you Helen. I will find away Saturday. I truly regret when I am unable.
Beautifully written, my friend. Perhaps time is just superficial and fades when we fade!
Thank you Dwight. At its core time is both relative — and an illusion… however we have given it meaning and power, by our decision. One of the reasons I love to wander in the wilderness of Oregon is it takes but a few hours until you realize that time, and so many of the things that we deem as crucially important in our daily lives, are truly a very relative things. We control when time has meaningful impact, or when it’s simply a passing thing, worth noting, but only in balance.
The way time moves can be both hard to accept and sometimes a relief when we move towards something so bright.
Time is a current upon which we are drawn intin.tomorrow
“Time moves we move with it” as time is always in motion. I adhere to the vein of thought that time is “now” the in between the past and future. Your poems has me pondering.
The fact that we move with time, our perception of it is forever “now” — that said, we move in the unity of now, in the constant flux of space. It is this dynamic that begets what we experience and embrace as change. But, on the hard edge of it, “now” is a human construct — a positional tool to enable meaningful communication and calculation.
I love that forever “now” and we do move in the unity of now. Thanks for the conversation I love to explore concepts regarding time and space. Lovely poem!
Thank you True, very much for engaging with me my friend… 😉 …it helps me keep my mind vital, even if my body is not… 😐
This is so poignant ~ I feel that time slips by too fast sometimes …
Thank you so much Sanaa. And sometimes it gets foolishly squandered. 😐