Clocks

This Poem and many of the poems I wrote while in jail were inspired by prompts from the book the Daily Poet. I highly recommend picking up a copy. The authors wrote our poetry group in jail and supported the prison poetry project.

June 15, 2020

Clocks

Looking out of this place we smile, these fools don’t realize that all they have is time.

Nor do they realize, we, I, it is not real. Time is no more or no less, no better, or no worse, it, I, we just are, just is.

We watch them and snicker, 3 PM, 4 PM, 5 PM, 2 PM, what is time but something they created to manage us, but we cannot be managed.

We find ourselves chuckle. There is no time, there is just what is and what is not there is just reality and reality is just now.

If they want to idolize us or magnify us they should show a picture of a lake or a river now that is the beauty of time.

In a lake you find more of an understanding of us, those who come to the lake, those who are not human, we see with mischievous beauty. Those will just be, with no care about you humans and your need for time. But they should care about you and incredibly destructive species.

Back to me they have no care or concern about me what they know is to just be. If you want to understand me, I suggest you learn to be. It was one of you, then many of you, but compared to all of you, just a small few can really just be.

So who of you understood what it was like to be with me

Krishna, Christ, Buddha, Babaji, all knew what it was like to be with me, they truly understood how to just be. They could see the time was a farce they understood to be with me is to be in the now to be present to what is that is what it is to be with me.

To be at peace with me, will finally set you free