We are like shattered mirrors, observing each other.
We are miles from remembering ourselves.
Miles from being of one mind.
Miles from being in here and now.
Reflections, glints, momentary presences.
We are here, then we are there; we shift and change
and we come and go and we think it is good.
Because we’ve never known anything else.
We are walking, talking fragments,
constantly, broken into bits of awareness.
The monkey mind is loose in us.
And our attention spans break
to follow a new thread moment by moment,
and we almost never notice the transitions.
One part of us talks to another part,
and we don’t think it odd.
We frequently abandon the only real moment
to go into our memories and imaginations
of the past, and the future,
and into the abstractions of our thoughts.
gallagher
Christchurch
Oct 27th, 2016