Time Fold

“It seems, as one becomes older,That the past has another pattern, and ceases to be a mere sequence….I sometimes wonder if that is what Krishna meant—Among other things—or one way of putting the same thing:That the future is a faded song, a Royal Rose or a lavender sprayOf wistful regret for those who are not yet here to regret,Pressed between yellow leaves of a book that has never been opened.And the way up is the way down, the way forward is the way back.”

Source: Time Fold