Linda Eve Diamond
No, Time. Stay.
Startled by the alarm’s buzzing chime,
I awaken to the racing pace of Time.
Time smiles and says, “You look alarmed,
but you knew this hour would arrive.
It’s right on schedule.”
“The hour doesn’t alarm me,” I say,
“but the speed of these days, weeks, months, years ...”
“Think of all the hours you called me slow,”
laughs Time, with a “chime chime chime.”
(Relativity is an inside joke
Time tells itself.)
Time picks up a clock.
“Oh, relax,” I sigh, with a long yawn.
“Take off your marching boots.”
“Coffee?” I ask.
Time clicks a nervous tock. “Maybe instant.”
“Don’t rush away,” I say. “Stay, Time. Sing to me.”
Time, full of surprises, taps out a rhythm and sings ...
“Inch worm, inch worm, measuring the marigolds—
Seems to me you’d stop and see how beautiful they are ...”
I look at Time, its even lines, steady face, little telling tics,
unyielding, yet equally giving to all—
present as this moment
vast as eternity ...
I wish I could get my arms around Time—
to understand it and to feel its softer side.
Imagine its infinite arms around you,
the most expansive, moving embrace
of all Time
Galaxies of forward-moving retrospective,
worlds of cosmic tragicomic perspective
and a spacious, weightless, wait-less,
Time Travel and Tangerines
Some of us travel back and forward in our minds so much—we forget where we belong—and the magic of a long, slow touch.
We fidget and dream
of time machines.
While racing nowhere, in a dream, I see Thich Nhat Hanh by a poet tree, its paper leaves dripping ink seeds that burst into haiku blooms.
He looks up and me as I rush by and says, Slow down ... I say I can’t then he stops me with his gentle laugh.
Sit with me, he says, handing me a tangerine.
When I tear in, he says Slow down ...
Open ... slowly ... mindfully ...
I’ve read his Eating a Tangerine (well—skimmed it, saved it for later), but I guess there’s nowhere to be now, really, until morning.
I slow down to taste the timeless tangerine moment—to feel it stretching, taking shape ...
luscious life fruitful world
seeds sun rain seasons trees
cycles lingering silence tingling
swirling citrus twist sun kissed
delicious mindful zest blessed
I awaken to a dreamy memory of this sweet, mindful present, seeds of deep awareness, planted in my dreams ...
Sunrise Sound Rounds
kitten asleep on my leg
her paws stretch and press
little paws to greet the dawn
ocean waves as wind chimes
ring songs on a teacup’s lip
sound rounds circles slip
whoosh whirl around
tiny dots emerge
as birds sing in rounds
circle round then fade away
birds emerging, disappearing
through tiny sky-blue pinholes
circling of songbird’s rounds
songs begun by early birds
sung in eternal rounds
pause sing pause
stretch and pause
paws stretch pause rest
smiling sun-warmed kitten
her rhythmic rumbling purrs
her fur as soft as orange light
as rhymes of a distant chime
time awash in ocean waves
steady cymbal sounds
silence and sound
waves and tides of time
while symbols rise and fall
timeless sands of a glass hour
swirling senses sensual sounds
rest in quiet centers of rounds
luxurious weaving of silence
with sounds with stillness
wrapped and rapt in
The Elephant on the Road
Once known only as
in the room” she is now
on the road” also known
(in certain circles)
If you see her,
she’s not there
to tell you
She is simply enjoying the road
visiting friends bathing in streams rolling in snow
playing her own trumpet song
with the lightness
of letting go
Linda Eve Diamond
My contemplative, meditative, and inspirational practices include walking in nature, slowing down to listen to the music of sounds, cloud watching, writing, and awareness meditation.
Linda Eve Diamond's poetry and photographs have been published by a variety of literary journals, websites, and anthologies. She has received several awards for her poetry and two awards from The International Listening Association. Her poetry collections are The Beauty of Listening and The Human Experience.
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