A poem for Chris...and all others as well :)

October 21, 2004

Hey,

I've had this poem on my website for a long time and sometimes I go

back to it and read it just to remind myself to LIVE. I hope this

inspires everyone. (By the way, it was not written by me. J.C.

Empey is the author).

TIME

Sunday afternoon, 2p.m., March 2, 1997. Time is short as usual. I

am certain of two things I must relay:

#1 If you happen to forget, if it accidentally escapes your mind

that these moments are Fleeting, that they are Leaving you now...that

you must lay in them, roll, bask in the fullness. If you happen to

forget the importance of being Awake--of being absolutely aware of

Time's uncertain game it is playing with you--if all of this is lost

on you, if the glow is meaningless, then the objective goes

unnoticed. And you have no explanation other than stupidity. And

your resolution will blind side you in a mockery while you are

freefalling, unquenched and oh so desperate for just a little more

Time. Regretful of your Indifference. Your need. Your absolute

requirement for Rush, constant Movement, grave urgency to Get There.

Because you see #2: the paradox appears to you in the last moment and

you--the victim--can choose to view your catastrophe as you lie

finally aware of the Now. Of course, there is no renegotiating at

this point. You will recognize that your life began and ended

unoccupied by you. That every moment was critical, saturated by

appointment of certain space and emotion...That all was actually

Well...that there was no need for qualified discrimination, for all

those dramatic dismissals. Your reluctant revelation will obviously

be exceptional. And you will be invested, only for a moment, in your

own Prosecution.

---J.C.Empey

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