I'm still on a wicked self-imposed deadline with little time to dabble in philosophy. So today, I share words about time from those who've come before with far more talent. I thought I might use them someday, weave them into a story, but it's a shame to keep them to myself:
Backward, turn backward, O time in your flight,
I know not from what distant time
thou art ever coming nearer to meet me.
Thy sun and stars can never keep thee hidden from me for aye.
In many a morning and eve thy footsteps have been heard
and thy messenger has come within my heart and called me in secret.
I know not only why today my life is all astir,
and a feeling of tremulous joy is passing through my heart.
It is as if the time were come to wind up my work,
and I feel in the air a faint smell of thy sweet presence.
~Rabindranath Tagore
Lovely. I really like surrealism. That top painting is just gorgeous.
I adore your posts. Thank you.
And good luck with the deadline. *pom pom swish* for you!
Cool post. Very timely. LOL
Thought provoking photos and poetry.
Good luck with your deadline.
I'm quite flattered you have my blog linked, thank you.
Charles...I don't look at surrealist art often because I know the artist is trying to tell me something, but I'm never sure what. This, for instance--he seems to be hoarding time, even becoming a creature of it himself. God help me if this says anything about my fascination with it. I might grow a fruit roll up tail and start scratching for fleas.
Anyone else up for interpreting it? 🙂
Pam and Barbara...thanks so much for the cheers. I feel a bit spent, so need all the encouragement. And, I adore you both visiting here 🙂
Go LA, go. Go, LA, go. I'm cheering beside my desk. Wait that's all the time I have because I'm pushing on the deadline with you. Here's to typing THE END.
I'm thinking a celebratory margarita, salted rim, with photos for the blog!! I'm pulling for you, too, Sandra 🙂