Themes and Insights
Out of Time
Memory as Prophecy: It emphasizes that memories, whether personal or collective, influence how we perceive the future. These memories act as a lens through which prophetic insights can emerge.
Visionary Experience: The writing suggests that true visionaries and poets have an innate ability to see beyond the current moment, capturing glimpses of what is to come and understanding the hidden beauty in transformations.
Humanity's Relationship with Time: It questions humanity's understanding of time and how modern distractions can obscure profound truths. The poem implies that wisdom comes from looking back, understanding the present, and anticipating the future.
Spiritual Awakening: The call for a greater connection to life and truth reflects a spiritual awakening, prompting individuals to seek deeper meanings in their experiences and the world around them.
Connection to Nature: The imagery of animals and nature responding to life highlights the interconnectedness of all beings, suggesting that true understanding of time comes from harmonizing with nature.
Conflict and Resolution: The poem explores the tensions between different interpretations of truth and the potential for conflict arising from misconceptions. It advocates for a deeper understanding that transcends surface-level disagreements.
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Out of Time
There are memories
Not mine
And visions
Not of my life
And dreams
Not of this world
And ideas
Not of my intellect
And experiences
Unknown to my days
There are pasts upon this earth
Not far back
Then some further
And others further back than that
Until we get to a moment
Where the Earth was formed from
Stellar dust
And these are just the near now remembrances
It is the farseeing of what has not yet come
That perplexes me so
As memories travel also forward
I am as a man out of time
Living now like all the rest
Able to move and work and play
Yet nothing can be seen
Without seeing before also
Before the tree grew
Before the land was tamed
Before man had made roads
Like an image dissolved
Over the image before me
Ever moving and changing and traveling through time
Oh and this does not end with mere objects
And this is not just attuned to the world
But of those human things I will not explain
Yet all these things are expressed in me
Like a hot wired mind
Ever wondering, imagining, creating and witnessing
That of which would not normally be mine
And of all these sights I have seen
There is profound beauty
In the flowing of time
Indeed also
What marvels have been on the earth
Before the great floods and ice ages
Settled now deep in the sea
But of what is to come
I fear grave distractions
For all that which appears good and just
Is forgotten wickedness
And all that appears old and false
Is actually the last remnants of truth
Some will see the turn
Cautiously and quietly
And some will think they see the turn
Only to make war
And some will cause the turn
Only to propose a more peaceful control
And some will stand with great power
Giving and taking power
With unchallenged knowledge
Transforming the whole of the earth
To their will
For a time
As many make praise of the power
For it will appear to be so good and beautiful
And many will say, “This is right”
And be wrong
And many will say, “This is wrong”
And also be wrong
As few will say nothing
For a time
But what do I know
Except in loud noises of my mind
Speaking riddles to me
Of past and present and future?
I see a day
When the fish rise from the sea
And the birds of the air fly upward
And the animals of the land
Raise their heads in unison
Speaking the very name of Life
In song
But what do I know
Except dreams and visions
Thrusting images before my eyes?
As buried Temples
Long forgotten
Are unearthed for all to see
And the mighty reds and every green thing
Bows before the majesty of Life itself
Then in the moment
Knowing the moment I am in
Is not these moments
I give respect to the artists of the world
As it is their heart that carries such burdens
There is no time
For the visionary
And no time for the poet
And no time for the lovers of old
And no time for the prophets of the future
They speak a language we have forgotten
And share an image we are blind to see
And sing a song we do not hear
Anymore in this time
But what could I possibly know
Of such things beyond me?
They are too beautiful before my eyes
And transform my spirit at the mere sight of them
As my mind finds no home to share these imaginings
Outside the realm of entertaining folly
Ryan o0o
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Out of Time
There are memories
Not mine
And visions
Not of my life
And dreams
Not of this world
And ideas
Not of my intellect
And experiences
Unknown to my days
There are pasts upon this earth
Not far back
Then some further
And others further back than that
Until we get to a moment
Where the Earth was formed from
Stellar dust
And these are just the near now remembrances
It is the farseeing of what has not yet come
That perplexes me so
As memories travel also forward
I am as a man out of time
Living now like all the rest
Able to move and work and play
Yet nothing can be seen
Without seeing before also
Before the tree grew
Before the land was tamed
Before man had made roads
Like an image dissolved
Over the image before me
Ever moving and changing and traveling through time
Oh and this does not end with mere objects
And this is not just attuned to the world
But of those human things I will not explain
Yet all these things are expressed in me
Like a hot wired mind
Ever wondering, imagining, creating and witnessing
That of which would not normally be mine
And of all these sights I have seen
There is profound beauty
In the flowing of time
Indeed also
What marvels have been on the earth
Before the great floods and ice ages
Settled now deep in the sea
But of what is to come
I fear grave distractions
For all that which appears good and just
Is forgotten wickedness
And all that appears old and false
Is actually the last remnants of truth
Some will see the turn
Cautiously and quietly
And some will think they see the turn
Only to make war
And some will cause the turn
Only to propose a more peaceful control
And some will stand with great power
Giving and taking power
With unchallenged knowledge
Transforming the whole of the earth
To their will
For a time
As many make praise of the power
For it will appear to be so good and beautiful
And many will say, “This is right”
And be wrong
And many will say, “This is wrong”
And also be wrong
As few will say nothing
For a time
But what do I know
Except in loud noises of my mind
Speaking riddles to me
Of past and present and future?
I see a day
When the fish rise from the sea
And the birds of the air fly upward
And the animals of the land
Raise their heads in unison
Speaking the very name of Life
In song
But what do I know
Except dreams and visions
Thrusting images before my eyes?
As buried Temples
Long forgotten
Are unearthed for all to see
And the mighty reds and every green thing
Bows before the majesty of Life itself
Then in the moment
Knowing the moment I am in
Is not these moments
I give respect to the artists of the world
As it is their heart that carries such burdens
There is no time
For the visionary
And no time for the poet
And no time for the lovers of old
And no time for the prophets of the future
They speak a language we have forgotten
And share an image we are blind to see
And sing a song we do not hear
Anymore in this time
But what could I possibly know
Of such things beyond me?
They are too beautiful before my eyes
And transform my spirit at the mere sight of them
As my mind finds no home to share these imaginings
Outside the realm of entertaining folly
Ryan o0o
Themes and Insights
Out of Time
Memory as Prophecy: It emphasizes that memories, whether personal or collective, influence how we perceive the future. These memories act as a lens through which prophetic insights can emerge.
Visionary Experience: The writing suggests that true visionaries and poets have an innate ability to see beyond the current moment, capturing glimpses of what is to come and understanding the hidden beauty in transformations.
Humanity's Relationship with Time: It questions humanity's understanding of time and how modern distractions can obscure profound truths. The poem implies that wisdom comes from looking back, understanding the present, and anticipating the future.
Spiritual Awakening: The call for a greater connection to life and truth reflects a spiritual awakening, prompting individuals to seek deeper meanings in their experiences and the world around them.
Connection to Nature: The imagery of animals and nature responding to life highlights the interconnectedness of all beings, suggesting that true understanding of time comes from harmonizing with nature.
Conflict and Resolution: The poem explores the tensions between different interpretations of truth and the potential for conflict arising from misconceptions. It advocates for a deeper understanding that transcends surface-level disagreements.
Out of Time
There are memories
Not mine
And visions
Not of my life
And dreams
Not of this world
And ideas
Not of my intellect
And experiences
Unknown to my days
There are pasts upon this earth
Not far back
Then some further
And others further back than that
Until we get to a moment
Where the Earth was formed from
Stellar dust
And these are just the near now remembrances
It is the farseeing of what has not yet come
That perplexes me so
As memories travel also forward
I am as a man out of time
Living now like all the rest
Able to move and work and play
Yet nothing can be seen
Without seeing before also
Before the tree grew
Before the land was tamed
Before man had made roads
Like an image dissolved
Over the image before me
Ever moving and changing and traveling through time
Oh and this does not end with mere objects
And this is not just attuned to the world
But of those human things I will not explain
Yet all these things are expressed in me
Like a hot wired mind
Ever wondering, imagining, creating and witnessing
That of which would not normally be mine
And of all these sights I have seen
There is profound beauty
In the flowing of time
Indeed also
What marvels have been on the earth
Before the great floods and ice ages
Settled now deep in the sea
But of what is to come
I fear grave distractions
For all that which appears good and just
Is forgotten wickedness
And all that appears old and false
Is actually the last remnants of truth
Some will see the turn
Cautiously and quietly
And some will think they see the turn
Only to make war
And some will cause the turn
Only to propose a more peaceful control
And some will stand with great power
Giving and taking power
With unchallenged knowledge
Transforming the whole of the earth
To their will
For a time
As many make praise of the power
For it will appear to be so good and beautiful
And many will say, “This is right”
And be wrong
And many will say, “This is wrong”
And also be wrong
As few will say nothing
For a time
But what do I know
Except in loud noises of my mind
Speaking riddles to me
Of past and present and future?
I see a day
When the fish rise from the sea
And the birds of the air fly upward
And the animals of the land
Raise their heads in unison
Speaking the very name of Life
In song
But what do I know
Except dreams and visions
Thrusting images before my eyes?
As buried Temples
Long forgotten
Are unearthed for all to see
And the mighty reds and every green thing
Bows before the majesty of Life itself
Then in the moment
Knowing the moment I am in
Is not these moments
I give respect to the artists of the world
As it is their heart that carries such burdens
There is no time
For the visionary
And no time for the poet
And no time for the lovers of old
And no time for the prophets of the future
They speak a language we have forgotten
And share an image we are blind to see
And sing a song we do not hear
Anymore in this time
But what could I possibly know
Of such things beyond me?
They are too beautiful before my eyes
And transform my spirit at the mere sight of them
As my mind finds no home to share these imaginings
Outside the realm of entertaining folly
Ryan o0o
Themes and Insights
Out of Time
Memory as Prophecy: It emphasizes that memories, whether personal or collective, influence how we perceive the future. These memories act as a lens through which prophetic insights can emerge.
Visionary Experience: The writing suggests that true visionaries and poets have an innate ability to see beyond the current moment, capturing glimpses of what is to come and understanding the hidden beauty in transformations.
Humanity's Relationship with Time: It questions humanity's understanding of time and how modern distractions can obscure profound truths. The poem implies that wisdom comes from looking back, understanding the present, and anticipating the future.
Spiritual Awakening: The call for a greater connection to life and truth reflects a spiritual awakening, prompting individuals to seek deeper meanings in their experiences and the world around them.
Connection to Nature: The imagery of animals and nature responding to life highlights the interconnectedness of all beings, suggesting that true understanding of time comes from harmonizing with nature.
Conflict and Resolution: The poem explores the tensions between different interpretations of truth and the potential for conflict arising from misconceptions. It advocates for a deeper understanding that transcends surface-level disagreements.
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