The Falling Sand

[ShyEyes]

The narrow glass confines the sand,
a quiet measure of the day;
it slips beneath a phantom hand,
and softly, slowly falls away.

We watch the bottom slowly fill,
and mourn the top that drains so fast;
we try to hold the moments still,
and grieve for what is in the past.

Yet every grain that tumbles down
creates a mountain at the base;
the past is not a heavy crown,
but grounding for a steady space.

So do not fear the slipping time,
nor dread the glass that has to pour;
the falling sand is not a crime,
but building toward a solid floor.

 

[Punisher78asSuperman]

The past should build a floor that makes the foundation strong so we can't bear any storms

 

[Robiin]

The past should build a floor that makes the foundation strong so we can't bear any storms

We all spend so much time thinking about what we've lost or what could've been, that we forget those moments also helped shape who we are now. Maybe time isn't really taking everything away from us… some of it is quietly becoming the foundation for what comes next....

 

[Punisher78asSuperman]

We all spend so much time thinking about what we've lost or what could've been, that we forget those moments also helped shape who we are now. Maybe time isn't really taking everything away from us… some of it is quietly becoming the foundation for what comes next....

Will see how it pans out

 

[cheetra]

Wow @ShyEyes
I was thinking about a past incident and how it changed me and realise a core value. There you are with such a beautiful poem telling same thing. It's like universe telling me it's alright... you did good.

Thank you so much @ShyEyes

 

[AARADHYAA❤️]

The narrow glass confines the sand,
a quiet measure of the day;
it slips beneath a phantom hand,
and softly, slowly falls away.

We watch the bottom slowly fill,
and mourn the top that drains so fast;
we try to hold the moments still,
and grieve for what is in the past.

Yet every grain that tumbles down
creates a mountain at the base;
the past is not a heavy crown,
but grounding for a steady space.

So do not fear the slipping time,
nor dread the glass that has to pour;
the falling sand is not a crime,
but building toward a solid floor.View attachment 432021

Maybe time is not really slipping away… it is quietly building who we become.