73. A Classic Scene (73)

Burning embers, a flame of a fire
The cracking of wood
On the forest floor.
The bats fly back and forth
Looking for nectar and insects to gorge…
With the backdrop of darkness
Cut-out diamonds on the fabric of space-time.
A pearl moon, reflects light like a floodlight
With shadows painted on the floor.
One steps into the picture
Drawn from memory
Enacting a likable script.
Only to erase a memory of what happened before…
Reversing the film, clicking and counting….
The errors, cutting and pasting, still existing on the floor…
What regrets and those embarrassments,
What naivety, youth, our growing wisdom with age…
Stop the film and play again…
Reading the lines, new words to say, and new actions to act.
Like a nightmare; the script reads the same…
Repetition, repetition….Why is this so?
A voice in my head tells me:
“Your character will not change, like the leopard or its spots,
The environment will feed the fire
Change the rules of nature; change the rules of you!”
The past has been recorded, played and cannot retract.
It is history.
Destiny was drawn up before one’s first step
Tuned through each year, by the roads we take…
So what of our purpose?
To feed the fire, record the memory
So one can then see time.
Its perspective as a reality, its presence
The question is, what reality?
And at what time……..?