Sometimes life is experienced as though borrowed from another world, where silence becomes voice, where one’s reflection can truly dwell on life, or time has slowed such that one can contemplatively absorb, without rushing, the moment before plunging into nothingness. This is the moment in which I found myself writing A Glimpse of the Future.
The beginning of great silence-nowhere near the uncomfortable silence, but deep and sacred. Dusk enveloped the sky, with warm, golden light filtering through my window. I remember sitting there without doing much yet feeling everything-all at once. My body relaxed; my thoughts were racing-calm yet chaotic. Strange how the two opposing states could coexist, isn’t it?
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Outside, life moved slowly, almost respectfully. It was not wind; it carried a message beyond the ordinary. A whisper of the unseen. As it curled around me, brushing my cheeks and stirring something within, I felt potential, as if the wind carried more than just air but possibility. Change. Hope.
In that fraction of time that was sanctified, the future did give me a preview unknown future, an imagined future, a future that adds longing.
That’s how this poem was born. Now let the words below take you into that moment.
A glimpse of the future
A glimpse of the future.... at first in a pensive mood I lie relaxed yet a troubled heart with by the window I lie on my cheeks blowing the breeze with filling me by and by with hope, making my inner eye with my very inner mind sigh The sigh of satisfaction that pets the inner soul giving it the feeling of contention that makes one feel whole like a young fresh flower on a tender stem that blossoms, a rose the flower is, waving like a human form.
My future is now…
Here is one realization that I have come to: The future is not something that is at a great distance and we have to wait for it. The future is something that comes, quietly, every single moment.
Every moment is an upstep into our future.
Breath taken just now? That used to be part of the unknown.
That decision we just took? It’s already generating the next.
Even those thoughts you have swirling right now together with the rest of the materials will make up your future.
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When I typed this poem, I realized I wasn’t really reflecting but rather creating, creating that snapshot of the future as it slowly-siips into the presence. It doesn’t come with any thunderous announcement or dramatic entrance. It just arrives so slowly and, almost unnoticed, will one day surprise you when you realize, “Oh yes, I am living it.”
Now is alive, breathing, living into the next.
We are not simply viewers, but rather designers.
We All Wonder About the Future
It is quintessentially human to wonder, “What’s coming next?”
We fantasize, we worry, we daydream; at times we even obsess.
And on occasion…we are so very tired that we simply stop dreaming into that a future at all.
But that day, all I needed was a quiet assurance; not some grand revelation, vision board, or prophecy. Just that gentle little glimpse; that soft sacred confirmation that life is moving right along with me, when at times I feel completely stuck. The silence, the disorder, waiting and yearning: I feel that it gradually leads me to the belief that all of this is still a part of something else which is still unravelling.
The future is a mystery, but not utterly beyond reach. It is, after all, suggested in the whispers of the winds. It’s there in our own intuition, in our dreams, in our hopes, and in our resolve. Every choice you make—what and whom you will forgive, what you will pursue, and what you will let go of—shapes that future. Even if you do not know it, you are building the foundation for it.
What Does the Future Look Like for You?
Now I want to ask you, what do you envision when you think of your future?
Not just in terms of Akala with “success” alone; he’s got the job, the house, the dream partner. No, really, go a little deeper.
How do you want to feel?
What does peace look like in your life?
Who do you want to be as the years tire on?
It’s okay to not have all the answers.
I did not have them when I wrote this poem.
I had the question-and sometimes that’s where the magic begins.
Can You Tell Your Future?
If you’ve come this far, thank you. You have already done great honor to your future self by taking time out to reflect, to feel, to be present.
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Can you tell your future?
Can you tell your future? Or is it glimpses of what it may be – echoes of potential dancing at the edges of your thoughts? A mystery and a reflection of your existence, the future is dictated by the choices you take today. It’s influenced by your imagination, anxiety, tenacity, and even by your reluctance.
While some regard it as immutable, prearranged, and bound by destiny, some consider it blank, waiting to be filled in by deliberate and preconceived actions.
Are you working to shape your own future, or only trying to find out what it holds? The future is never something that simply is; rather, it is something that takes form under your careful attention and behavior in every passing moment. Feel free to leave your thought(s) in the comment section. If you like my blog, please share this with your loved ones through the share button. I would love to have you on this journey in developing my blog. Thank you for visiting; make sure to keep me in your wish list!
