On the way back from our weekly book-reading session yesterday, managed to slip a 5 minutes' conversation to a close friend about the changes that have been happening around us: of people, of environment, of circumstances, of gains and of losses. There are indeed many reasons for changes to occur - some of which are expected, some are not. But one thing for certain, changes occurs all the time - and that in itself is a sure constant.And as I sent another dear friend off back home this early morning, therein was another change. We will all miss the pleasure of having his company during our weekly book-reading sessions - and that is yet another change.
We cannot grip moments into our hands as much as we try to immortalise them through photography, for example, hoping that the moment captured through our lense will last till eternity - and that in itself is imperfection as we are not able to capture the intangibles. We still have to depend on our memory to remember them. As such, we try to embrace every living moment there is - and yet over time, even those memories are eventually re-prioritised.
"And an astronomer said, Master, what of Time?
And he answered:
You would measure time the measureless and the immeasurable.
You would adjust your conduct and even direct the course of your spirit according to hours and seasons.
Of time, you would make a stream upon whose bank you would sit and watch its flowing.
Yet the timeless in you is aware of life's timelessness,
And knows that yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream.
And that which sings and contemplates in you is still dwelling within the bounds of that first moment which scattered the stars into space.
Who among you does not feel that his power to love is boundless?
And yet who does not feel that very love, though boundless, encompassed within the centre of his being, and moving not from love thought to love thought, nor from love deeds to other love deeds?
And is not time even as love is, undivided and spaceless?
But if in your thought you must measure time into seasons, let each season encircle all the other seasons,
And let today embrace the past with remembrance and the future with longing."
You would adjust your conduct and even direct the course of your spirit according to hours and seasons.
Of time, you would make a stream upon whose bank you would sit and watch its flowing.
Yet the timeless in you is aware of life's timelessness,
And knows that yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream.
And that which sings and contemplates in you is still dwelling within the bounds of that first moment which scattered the stars into space.
Who among you does not feel that his power to love is boundless?
And yet who does not feel that very love, though boundless, encompassed within the centre of his being, and moving not from love thought to love thought, nor from love deeds to other love deeds?
And is not time even as love is, undivided and spaceless?
But if in your thought you must measure time into seasons, let each season encircle all the other seasons,
And let today embrace the past with remembrance and the future with longing."
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