All I Am is Now
Inspired by the sixth of Rainer Maria Rilke’s Elegies

What if there is no such thing as time. No past. No future. No now. One homogenous mass. A constellation with no bounds, no linear movement. No choice to go back or move forward. No step to take.
Surrounded by a black hole I can only remain. Here. Nothing exists.
Wallow or flourish. Still is the answer.
No movement. No jail of my imagination. Without space and time — peace. Contentment - a star gazer lily with pink at the edges, full of ripe pollen.
Float here. Free of shackles. Cradled in the womb of eternity. A bubble of serenity.
Yet.
A hangman’s noose waits for me to place my neck, into its choking loop.
A compelling force leads me to a spurious truth. Drags me into an oblivion I welcome willingly and in innocence. Conditioned to believe the best is found in the moonless night.
I fumble around, strive for the light I left behind. Hackles rise, composure unbalanced. A yoke placed on my shoulder, a force pushes and shoves, discombobulates, and tells me:
THIS.
THIS IS REAL.
THIS IS REALITY.
I acquiesce. Follow the instruction to strive. Fight. Bludgeon your way forward. “What’s forward?” I scream into the void. Arms flail, clutch for tenure. An abyss looms below my feet. Straight jacketed without a map. Propelled into delusion. A jetstream gives an illusion of distance travelled.
I wail for guidance, pray for my blighted existence. This blind path has me shut down in shame and guilt. Delilah has me cut off at the roots. I cower like a baby at her feet.
Foetal. I sink inside myself. Hide my shame. Close my eyes to the outside world. Folded arms around my body for cold comfort. Curled into a ball I pray for the sleep of the dead.
And as I pray,
and as I fall to sleep,
and as I close my eyes and see inside,
a calmness forms a warm bath around my soul, a suffusion of white silk. Smooth caramel floats through my veins.
Back in the bubble of eternity. The past recedes. The future disappears.
All I am is now.
Another poem created after studying the sixth of Rainer Maria Rilke’s Elegies. Please do let me know what you make of this! :)
There will be some pieces inspired by the remaining four elegies in the Spring, when I’m back in class with Jules Swales.
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