Quicksand Years

Quicksand Years



QUICKSAND years that whirl me I know not whither,
Your schemes, politics, fail--lines give way--substances mock and
elude me;
Only the theme I sing, the great and strong-possess'd Soul, eludes
not;
One's-self must never give way--that is the final substance--that out
of all is sure;
Out of politics, triumphs, battles, life--what at last finally
remains?
When shows break up, what but One's-Self is sure?

Walt Whitman

Yeah, Time can seem to go by fast,leaving us wonder,where it went?

Unless you've Altzheimers,(and then you most likely didn't ask the question/no insult intended)
YOU did keep the Memories, and the Great Illusionist ,Time,
had no joke to play on you.

Keeping conscious of ourselves, and to a degree what we are not, is essential.
Neti,Neti,Neti, is the a mantra Kriyananda often admonishes to his students.
Doing this ,teh dissociation that can occur under increased stress, is less, and we are "Re Oriented" to ourselves. Well,at least that's my story for now, and I am sticking to it.

Bill