Just in time

As a child I had recurring dreams of floating in darkness. I saw a ribbon of light that seemed to wind nowhere to nowhere. A perfect sphere of light appears on the ribbon rolling on into the infinite. Until suddenly — the sphere stops — time freezes. I would startle awake in a fright.

I have wondered about the dilemma of time. Growing-old. What does that mean? I find myself perplexed by the programs of culture/society and the influence of family through ancestral myth and genetic inheritance.

We all are doing time. Cease doing, time suspends. Due to karma, action in the world is difficult to stop. Is the past but the wheel of time circling upon the hub of now?

The impulse to act is survival. Hungry, seek out food. Thirsty, find water. Tired, rest. Energized, run and play. Most of all survival of self-image. We all carry the burden of time upon our backs. I struggle forward into an imaginary future.

Can I slip through the spokes of present into no-time?