THE EVOLUTION OF TIME
By Rado Gatchalian
The Evolution of Time
Poem and photography by Rado Gatchalian
In the beginning was the Word,
and for all eternity and reason —
it remains countless one and many:
those particles, seen and unseen,
all glory to the sun and moon,
of day and night, now and tomorrow.
Through the ages: everyone departs,
and only Time persists.
Like sweet flowers in the ocean
it rises against waves of
irresistible power of Nature:
Yet it dies…
but that moment,
when its petals open like a newborn child,
lives forever.
Time and time again,
we come and go,
we say hello, we say goodbye…
Again and again like a dejavu.
Tomorrow when everything is lost,
when all bones are scattered as dust,
it consumes all breath of Life —
from Past to Present:
all are here, one and all.
Time is sacred;
so little yet eternal…
when all of us expire,
Memory lives on.
Like all passing through,
when footprints become our sole witness,
he who remembers
becomes flowers that never wither
in all seasons.
