Time Flies

Written on 07/21 at 12:25 AM by Andy Posner 0 comments

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It’s already July 20th.  The summer sun is bearing down on Providence, and as I spend my days working on my various projects, cycling and trying to stay cool, I am continually amazed by how fast the days, weeks, months and even years seem to be going by.  It feels like it was just January and I was celebrating the New Year.  Half a year has gone by seemingly in the blink of an eye.  Each day I awake, go about my business, and before I know it I am preparing for bed.  Never before have I been so busy and active; perhaps that accounts for the speed with which life seems to be moving along.

But something else is happening as well.  It’s almost as though I’ve entered a new phase in my life.  I am moving into adulthood.  My sense of time is different.  I am aware of my age, the age of others, and the entire arc of time that takes one from childhood to adulthood to old age and then death.  That is not meant to be depressing--it’s just that I am becoming more cognizant of the way time flows.  I never used to think about these things-- the age of my parents, my own age, the passage of time--but now those things are always on my mind.



Before Fall Comes

Written on 07/11 at 07:24 PM by Andy Posner 0 comments

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Before Fall Comes

before fall comes and hijacks the hegemony of heat
the leaves drop to the earth in protest, their fibrous
veins intercepting the morse code of sunlight;
It’s time for a change.

before fall comes and swallows the scent of summer
the flowers seal shut their lips like hunger strikers,
And the wind blows cold energy from the poles;
It’s time for a change.

before fall comes and harvests the fruit of longer days
Raindrops sprinkle fertilizer on the soil of living things,
and the waters sparkle cool and crisp like dripping apples;
It’s time for a change.

But once fall comes and plants its flag throughout the sky
And erects its buildings upon the land,
Winter, white and humming, appears on the horizon,
And in winter every snowflake is a blueprint for change



Life As A Lucid Dream

Written on 07/01 at 07:11 PM by Andy Posner 2 comments

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I’m currently reading a book on physics titled ‘The Goldilocks Enigma: Why is the Universe Just Right for Life?’ by Paul Davies which, as with almost any book I read on science, philosophy or religion, has me thinking about the nature of existence, the universe and mortality.  In particular, a quote in the first chapter reminded me of a thought I’ve often had: that life is like a lucid dream, or a video game in which the parameters are limitless, and one is free to roam the world as one wishes.  Here is the quote:

“Somehow the universe has engineered, not just its own awareness, but also its own comprehension.  Mindless, blundering atoms have conspired to make not just life, not just mind, but understanding.  The evolving cosmos has spawned beings who are able not merely to watch the show, but to unravel the plot.  What is it that enables something as small and delicate and adapted to terrestrial life as the human brain to engage with the totality of the cosmos and the mathematical tune to which it dances?”



Be Still

Written on 06/09 at 11:40 PM by Andy Posner 0 comments

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Be Still

Be still my dear.
Stop running away from me.
I merely wish to return the flower
That you dropped last fall.

I have followed you through meals,
Through seasons, through lifetimes.
Now it is spring and you pause a moment.
Where will I put all these flowers, my dear?

December 12th, 2002



Dream Big

Written on 06/02 at 07:25 PM by Andy Posner 0 comments

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Dream Big

Dream big.  Dream beyond the constraint of shapes,
the rocking, swaying rollicking concreteness of form.
Dream the distance between today and someday,
dream more fiercely than here, than now, than what is;

Feel the rays of “what if” bounce out to space
In long wavelengths of what will be.
See that what is seen is not seen but interpreted,
Then learn the language of audacity.

Dream big.  Dream with a maniacal audacity like
the sensorial, salacious and sane saccade,
the electrochemical, staccato tap-dance of vision.
Fetch the far-fetched.  For it is the steady hand
That maintains, and the trembling mind that creates.



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