An Ode to Time : Dedicated to Carl Jung

An Ode to Time

The secret unrest grows.
Time: you are a monster.
You know this heart is a flame that flickers
at the slightest hint of your word
and yet this lamplight
quivering on a wick
aspires to grow into a luminous glow.
Time, will you ever stop being monstrous?
I know you will if you can! But you are helpless like all of us!
They say you are stillness at the heart of your being.
And they are the wise ones ; they know the truth;
but I don't trust them.
Time, I want you to be my God, my beloved, my lover!
Time, I want you to teach me all your secrets;
but I am a jealous lover.
I know you wait for none.
I know you belong to none.
But what do I do with this gnawing pain that I carry at the root of my being?
It is the gift you gave me when you whispered to me,
"I am the spark you carry. Let it live till eternity."
This pain, this spark. this love I carry
will never let me be at peace.
I have no power over it;
It is an erasure of all that I call my own.
Time, come and claim this spark.
Time, be not the ocean on fire.
Be the silent river and take into your flow
this little lamp that flickers and yearns to be taken into your fold.
They all tried to decode your mystery
but none held the answer for me.
I have learnt to flow
into your silence.
It is beauty and terror,
a quest and the goal.
I am at peace with you.