Not Linear Time

by Marco Odino

 

Not linear!

Time is not linear!

What do you think, that we can continue like this,

that time passes by like this, without a flaw, without a crease, second after

second, minute after minute, hour after hour, day after day, year after year?

Always the same gear...

It is not true, it is not true!

Time is not linear!

I passed my life learning such a thing!

It is not a theory, it is a mental discipline.

I didn't want to, I didn't want to lose my emotions in the exact moment that they were born.

I didn't want to lose, I didn't want to ooze.

I didn't understand why everything had to be so sequential, I could not give up to the idea to proceed in a straight line and, slowly slowly, I learnt once again to live between the lines of  destiny.

For years I felt trapped in this dvd of a winded up life, lost without ever being put in pause, or rewinded at least once. My life? Just like the others.

Childhood, school, a job, some heartbreaks. A story, thousands of stories which are all the same but for us each of them are so important to seem unique, even if similar, so terrible similar. We would have wanted to crystallise our time but everything passes by:

friends, love, feelings and the wind of fate.

The even days and the dark series, unrepeatable mysteries.....crumbling in a hourglass with the world inside, just in a year, in a lifetime or maybe in a chime.

Then, I had a vision, an idea, shining like a goddess’ tear.

 

If we can observe something in a different way the world around it changes immediately, by magic.

I started to ask myself what would happen if I looked, or felt, the time in the same way, looking inside, within and beyond it. It is not at all easy, try!

And as the time passed by, I observed it. And while the days and the nights, the smiles and the tears ran down, I felt it. And while the faces came and go I perceived it trying to get out of the synchrony to be in syntony.

It is by moving that we understand space, but it is by stopping that we understand time. Lossing the compass at the North Pole is not dramatic, if we move we will in any case go towards the south.

Moving in the time is simple, we just have to swing instead of moving, tricking the time with a false movement.

I caught hold and I swung.

As I told you before: synchrony is not syntony.

I am not the one that make the rules, I didn't open the gates of the Temple of Time!

Others, most probably, have done it before me.  Today the trouble is that we have lost the ability to see further and to live through the time and not across it.

I have chosen, I have caught the time and, swinging, I get away free at last.

In that mental land which lies between sleeping and waking,  dreaming and watching, where the exit is near the border of nothing , I am numb and awaken.

Before some brief instants, than moments and seconds. I saw myself in a fore and shortly after I found myself just before.

I was and I am in the womb of the doom. Swaying in time. I presume.

 

A life to dream of, a real dream, which makes me the master of my time, free to chose

the emotion to live again, eternally, like if it was the first time.

Not linear, it is not paradise but one can stay there! I swear.

Nobody believes me. I don’t mind.

You can do it too, do not trust the Wise Men in disguise, what you see is not the real. But the instant appeared. Swinging, swaying, things are not what they seem. Fly, turn around just once!

It cannot end in this way.

Time is not today.

Not linear. Look at me: am I away?

 

 

 

 

 

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