I sift my mind trying to find a line of thought to peek through the blinds of time which bind my frustrated consciousness to that which lies only to the aft.
A knowable aft that at first seems apt at answering future questions that have always sat across an ancient but unavoidable abyss called now.
Oh how over and often and on and on I ponder the fantastic opportunities that sit obscured by this opaque obstacle so obvious but only just out of view.
I use unique facilities of me and try to understand what waits ahead in the unknown universe of unprecedented places unlit by the Lamp I use to see.
I believe I can beat this lingering limitation with seeming slick technologies made to perfectly piece together the progress of my envisioned estimations.
But in the next now I once again find my plans which seemed so sleek are again adverse and obsolete, so I stop and sit and wait and watch the grass grow.
Hmm . . . growing grass.
A process I know is going on beyond my mindís reach, but strangely similar to my present predicament which has so recently plundered my plan.
Then a moment of clarity: No matter how hard I try to sense the growth of the grass I canít, yet I know it rises right in front of me in this very moment.
Now Iíve got it:
The Sustainer of seed
Who gives grass to the land
in a process I can not perceive,
So manages me
with a helpful hand
on the other side of the unseen.
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