Life in the Momentum by Igor Goldkind
The Ancient is Now
We who are hiding in our second bedrooms,
Licking the silver from the backs of our screens.
Are living in a different timed zone
Of waking awareness.
Sometimes 2, sometimes 3, sometimes 4 or more
Lives are lived each night.
In our rooms
By ourselves
Sitting too close to our beds.
This is our perpetuity
The lasting legacy of our species:
The glow that now contests the light that once shone from our eyes
Right up to the razor’s edge of our understanding
What is Unknown
What is un-utterable.
What can barely be thought , much less said and
Yet keeps these words dancing so merrily across the page.
Caught in the ballet of silence that surrounds them
Who are you reading this?
And what are you afraid of?
What perturbs your eternal sleep-walk into this night?
Are there questions you are pondering?
Or are you merely waiting for the screens to pull through for you?
Into your own quiet, private world,
Where the things that count never change.
And no one is dreaming you but your mother
Who has left you now for another child.
Mindfulness
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