In the Future – 13 Times

23 Apr

By Gareth Evans

 

In the future

the amber dog that leaps into morning shall chase the amber cat that watches from the high window with all the faith of creatures rescued from doubt

 

In the future

we shall leave nothing to chance but chance

 

In the future

we shall practice the wisdom of the seed, complete in our latency, the still point waiting knowing the path but not its weather, alert to all affections and always

 

In the future

we shall climb

the stone stairs of the

building that no longer is to

wander the green balcony we shall

climb the stairs of the now untenanted air no

we shall

 

In the future

the light on the canal at the fade of afternoons shall settle as strongly as ice and we shall walk on it as those might who are learning that the halls between things and beneath them are where the lasting lasts

 

In the future

the undergrowth that takes the wall shall be praised and finally alone in its survival

 

In the future

which is now as the present leaves us as it reaches like a gaze always a space between us and attention so now we shall enjoy the present of the past and the future in the moment we might name breath or step or hand or look or listen or anyword we choose and use to describe how most to become ourselves in each instant of the time that is ours all co-existent with each like the pebble in the pond and its ripple to banks and beyond them

 

In the future

we shall sleep until we are properly awake

 

In the future

we shall make and pursue only what life demands be made and pursued but first we shall trust life to tell us what those things might be

 

In the future

the sapling of the boy willow or birch or grass lengthening into years shall guide us out of our age into a holding space, a hollow of earth or a navel of dunes perhaps

 

In the future

we shall abandon simile for metaphor, and wish that we had conceived the phrase a driftwood altar

 

In the future

we shall instil an autocracy of trees and kneel for their shadow and their lungs their arms of shelter and their mark their incarnating wind the sea in their tall mouths and for their blossom rushing us a crowd a sudden mob of beauty milk and coral

 

In the future

we shall cast the net of our loves ceaseless into day attend to all things shining and begin

 

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