I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the beginning and the end,
But I do not talk of the beginning or the end.
There was never any more inception than there is now,
Nor any more youth or age than there is now,
And will never be any more perfection than there is now,
Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.
~Walt Whitman, from “Song of Myself”
No beginning, no end…the circle of life. All time exists now. We Westerners have a hard time giving up our linear thought, our linear sense of time. I think I love poetry in large part because it can cut through habits of thought. Good poetry surprises us, makes us see new relationships, gives us a glimpse of the poet’s creative joy. How does linear thought, a linear sense of beginnings and endings, limit us? What might be possible by suspending it?