WHY 2K?

Is it Time?
Or is it yet
Or now, or even now?
Not now,
Not yet,
But it is said,
There is a time to come.

Does the Millennium mean anything?
Only to those who count the years.
That is to say, to all who live.
All who have inherited this sequence,
All subject to its rule.
The rule of error.
From the Gregorian elision
To the last second added to the atomic clock,
The Time is not, and never has been, right.

Nevertheless, we keep the Time,
The way we keep a scar;
The memory of a wound whose passage leaves a mark.
Will this Millennium heal what Time has dealt?
Or open it anew, so that our time runs out?

We wonder
And we wait.

It's only a question of time,
But it is the Question of Time,
And it will not be answered with numbers.
Numbers may know the secrets of Time,
But all they can point to is God.
God is no number, though some name It "One"
God is not single, but God is All.
All in one place
And all at one time
All before counting of Time could proceed.
Time is that which is not God;
Time is the medium of the Fall;
And in that Fall from all to one,
What we call Creation began.

So we are taught:
Things began with a Bang
In a very small spot,
No, smaller than that;
Smaller than nothing;
As big as a thought.

That Bang was a time bomb backwards:
Explosion first,
Then the countdown in reverse
Away from what it was that happened
Into ever further fracture
Ever another number factured.

Before this Bang
There were no numbers
There were no nouns.
The afterwards demanded naming,
Confounding thing with designation.
First one name,
Then endless others,
Covering creation with numbered labels.
And well do we appreciate it!
In manifold identity
The glory of reality displays.
Identity's a tragedy,
But it's what we have.

But before that,
Just before that,
There were no
Strike that, was no,
No, there IS no, still there is no
(Even though it's long ago)...
That which Was and Is before Time
Still abides somehow despite Time:
Eternity resides inside Time.

Time surrounds us, just as Space does.
Science says the two are one,
Calls space/time a continuum.
I call it what appeared between the pieces
At the moment of Explosion
(Which was also an Expulsion);
All to one and one to many.
Separation needs a buffer, needs betweenness.
Time and Space provide distinction
Keeping everything in pieces.
What divides them?
Call it Time.
What unites them?
Call it God.

Time is caustic
Time is abrasive
Time destroys what it embraces.
The impetus of God within
Manifests through shells of Being;
Onion layers peeled by Time,
Ever born from Timeless core,
Ever dying from exposure.
God remains, but takes a beating.
Time extends, and keeps on counting.

Count to two thousand,
See what happens.
We are wondering and waiting,
As we must in this position.
We wouldn't worry over myth
(Well, some of us would, and some of us do,
Some of us know nothing better to trust)
But even genius will err when dealing with Time,
And so we have planted our own little bomb.
What could it matter at that time?
Who can foresee fifty years on?
Who two thousand?
Start the Countdown!

An honest mistake, but could we have planned
A better apocalypse of the mundane?

If we have a mess of our own making
It mirrors the mess we first emerged in.
We reenact the debacle of creation,
And try to fix it with further dividing.
Extra digits will not save us;
We need Love to reunite us!
Return to One
Then step inside It.

Within is the same, whatever location.
It's where we go when we turn away from
Time and its fragments. Don't mistake it
For a place inside your skull.
Patronize It
For the sake of all who share in
Unification, even as they're taking
Unique shape from the damage
Time inflicts.

When everything in Time turns inward
The clock reverses
The outward curve infundibularizes
We all fall in
Or rather, un-Fall.

Let it be Now
Or else be Now
At least it may be yet
(And when it comes,
I dare to say,
No one will note the date)
That Time when All
Shall find its place
And be at rest therein
When we may say
That Time is done
And Now and Was are Is.
When Every and Only
Are ever so the Same
No distance and no difference
Between God and God's Name.