Temporal Reflections on Several Levels

“Because You are unlimited, neither the lords of heaven nor even You Yourself can ever reach the end of Your glories. The countless universes, each enveloped in its shell, are compelled by the wheel of time to wander within You, like particles of dust blowing about in the sky.” (Bhagavata Purana 10.87.41)

Temporal Reflections on Several Levels

Cops and robbers, Lash Larue,
Blind Man’s Bluff and Little Lulu,
Saturday matinees, and Gabby Hayes,
Gillies Lake on hot summer days:
childhood memories swirling down,
like autumn leaves fall to the ground.

Bright foliage from my tree of life,
leaves of joy, of pain, of strife;
the luscious fruits of autumn nights,
and hide-‘n’-seek neath dim street lights;
October days at Charlebois Lake,
fishing for pike, and bass, and splake.

In the many worlds within my mind
limitless stories and pathways wind,
and who is to say when each story is through,
when each act completed, if each word true?
      Past many Realities our Dharma may wend,
      for the Dance of Natraj is without end.