I would lock you in a tiny, blue bottle
And throw you in the restless ocean
You'd fall effortlessly on a bed of shells
And weed would spiral around your shapeless curves.
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Wish I could lock time in a blue bottle but I am helpless the initiative is with the time, it locked me before I could lock it.
You make us glide with your fake steps points the poem … Time (and space) is a body-mind projection, an illusion. Our essence is not that. Is in the no-time land: awareness, consciousness, presence, spirit. Find out who is the i that believes it got locked by it, as you say. Shanti (peace) !
a good poetic personal view of what is time? my thoughts are time does not exist it is just another manmade thing to keep us under control.............well written.
I love the first stanza of this poem.