Chronos and Kryros

Life rolls in circles

a seed is never straight

These patterns ebb and flow through every field of life

taking us if we choose to the heart of things.

Ancient wisdom whispers of the never ending spirals that create

break down

regenerate

How did we get here? So power over and directive?

The tyranny of sharp forward pointing arrows

crushing the true potential held within time

suffocating healing momentum.

Pressure on each moment so that flow and juice and possibility get squeezed.

Relentless forward tilt

so easy to fall into narcissism’s honeyed mouth

I AM BETTER, I DO MORE, MAKE MORE, TAKE MORE, CONTROL MORE, HAVE MORE, AM MORE

MORE MORE MORE MORE

We have lost touch with old patterns

of mother daughter grandmother

father, son grandfather which fed us and fed together regenerative soul making ways of being in time

Sensitive to the changes and the landscapes

ways of being tending and revolving, care taking, ever flowing cycles

seed and flower, fruit and nourishment, breakdown and revival.

egg in grandmother of the grandaughter. Circles within circles of life.

Chronos beats out it’s never ending rhythm.

Linear and inpenetrable.

Chronos taking us to chronic.

Illness, disconnection, broken culture.

Kryon the ancient healer and the place of soul. Standing outside of time and space.

Poised in each redefining moment.

Ever changing. Always still.

How do we reclaim this living when the messages surround us and dictate that productivity is the only God?

Dreaming, resting, menstruation, humble living

inconveniences to be overridden.

Not every story a heroes journey. Taking us neatly to a heroes end.

A more glorious adventure might await, more messy and composting in its nature

I hope we can change our minds and take false arrows from our hearts and breasts

and lie more sensate to the deeper kronos knowing

waiting to be lived again.