The Winds of Time

The winds of time blow over us
Taking with it everything
it ever gave us, and more
All the hopes, dreams, promises
Those lived, those unborn

And the years, they fly by
like loose sheet music in the wind
Many songs sung, even more unwritten
All eventually blown away–
helpless autumn leaves making way for winter

No use holding on to anything
Let it go…all of it
Can’t stop the wind
Its bitter sting in winter
Its comforting touch in summer

It’s not ours. None of it
Much easier that way
No keeping after anything
Not even the fire warming us, and
certainly not the inevitable wind

Author: Don Iannone, D.Div., Ph.D.

Biography Writer, photographer, poet, and teacher. Holds doctorates in Divinity and Metaphysical Philosophy. Author of 20 books, including seven poetry books, nine photography, and four nonfiction books. Contact Information Contact Don Iannone by email: diannone@gmail.com

9 thoughts on “The Winds of Time”

  5. Thanks Floots…as a musician I can see your smile.

    Thanks Dan…as a lover and student of music I know you see, and as Mr. Non-Dual you definitely get it.

    Polona: Thanks. Yes, it is very hard. Baby steps…

    Paul: Thanks. You know personally. I understand what you are saying.

  6. “It’s not ours. None of it
    Much easier that way
    No keeping after anything
    Not even the fire warming us, and
    certainly not the inevitable wind”

    Amen, brother.

    That recognition makes great suffering bearable – and while it does add a certain poignancy to life’s joys, on the whole, it heightens them. Speaking personally, that’s how I’d begun to experience life prior to disease onset in 94. Some wonderful years.

  9. like loose sheet music in the wind
    i love that image
    it seems to sum up all that is good or bad
    the concrete and the intangible
    thank you

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