isn't it about time the past is over?

one among them was not happy

and he said to him,
what ails thee, brother?

what place in your heart
is frozen in stone

ungiving
the water
to your lover,
to your world?

tell me,
what past event
have you frozen in time,
frozen in your mind,
and carry with you

that prevents you
from kissing
every face
you would embrace?

this hardening
that let's no softness
enter?

isn't it time
the past is over?

what effort
it must take
to string along that moment
each day of your life,
to replace every present
with it

to hold it
forward
and offer it
in place of a hand shake
to every "new" encounter

no wonder
your shoulders are tense

what a gargantuan task,
torture:

receive not
the glory before you

receive not
the dawn,
whatever the new day brings
you may not have it

hold only the night
in your mind
forever

what a spell!
we have agreed to

experience not
your Self
without the past

never be
without the past,
your god!

what a ball and chain!

do you see
how your basket
is never empty,
has no space
to receive?

only without the past
is it possible
to see
what is