slow poem

slow poem

Slowness is a revolution beyond modernity and speed…Add your text to the slowest poem in the world, Email: human@slowdesign.org

Virtual ode begin your odyssey
in a thousand tongues
For there is no universal ontology
nor a preset clock
Today is a beginning
Or, perhaps, an end
Or, somewhere in between….Alastair Fuad-Luke
Or, merely a moment
For gently settling in
to a softer reflection………….Fran Faulkes
Reflection that comes
From facing the darkness
What is considered light
is dark
What is dark
is in all truth, light
The universal
is that there is no universal
The battle is the paradox…….Lindsay Kelly
A paradox, deep and long
Re-designing our history
Future-casting our lives
Battle on battle
A war against time
Repeated struggles, lost skirmishes
Eclipsed for evermore
In an eternity of ‘nows’
hardly noticed
Where springs this void?
In the first kindled fire
shedding light into Natural dark?
Artificial day, warping time
Was this the turning point?
Time commoditised
by a flickering flame
Is this the root?
The unspoken paradox?
Man liberated from Nature
this universal illusion……Alastair Fuad-Luke

Before the morning of sensation
There is no time - nor cessation
Space is all place
No propulsion, no explusion
Stillness wellness
Plenitude
Without proportion

Come the morningtime:
Space is injected with time!
Duration is born, to frame
Action reaction , to name
Beginning ending, to climb
Endless high ridges of timed
Tamed tagged tallied tired
Effortful watched resented
Living?

But
Pause
Awhile
In the daylight
Of life
To see
The face of time
Not a clock
No
A cloak
Hiding
Yet
Revealing
A form
The pulsating presences
Of a living universe
Otherwise invisible.

In our afternoons of knowledge
In our livingrooms of experience
Let us know time
Not as truth
But a test of truth
A lens
A bridge
A tool.

The nightime of love
Returning to stillness
Instills in us a wisdom
Rendering all speeds
A joystick
A window
A body
In which we experience the differences
Giving ways in which we know change
To be good.

The dark pure
Light of stillness
Scatters in the prism of time
A rainbow of speeds……John Manoochehri

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