Ashes Of Time

The lone remaining sanity in the spectacle of the world's bewildered and crazy times... About being ‘always connected’. I believe, even if we didn’t have this e-mail technology, or even if we didn’t even get to talk on the telephone – if phone technology had never been invented… somehow, someway… we would’ve remained connected, in ‘our’ cosmic kind of way… the way only we can understand, and nobody else. Funny how I never liked being excluded from anything, and now… I feel like I only want to include one other person with me, in that crazy insane world I call home. I say and use the tense we would’ve ‘remained’ connected, for the simple reason being that I feel that we’ve always been connected all this time, while on our stay on this grounded world we call Earth. Being angels... and being from the ethereal world of the sky and beyond… existing on this plane of so called ‘existence’ – of drama, deception and betrayal, it’s been easy to forget, and even harder to remember. In these “Ashes of Time”, we forget that we are not of this world, that man-made boundaries such as time, matter, space and place, have no real relevance to creatures that can dream. Like imagination is an alternate reality, so too is remembering what we’ve long since forgotten… and it’s in the tear drop awakenings... that ripple across the sub-conscious ponds that remain unscathed in our innocence that we are stirred from our comatose slumber of forget. We try to forget, because why live in the memories... and the misery of knowing that we may never again find the one other being out there that those man-made boundaries separated us from? We wallow in bitterness and become so engrossed in our own ‘miserablism’, that we try so very hard to forget. But ironically… what we try the hardest to forget, is what we remember the most. and so in remembering... “When my life is through… and the angels ask me to recall, the thrill of them all…. I shall tell them, I remember you…”