Whispers from the Cornish Ocean

Time present and time past
 Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past.
 If all time is eternally present
 All time is unredeemable.
 What might have been is an abstraction Remaining a perpetual possibility
 Only in a world of speculation.
What might have been and what has been Point to one end, which is always present. Footfalls echo in the memory
 Down the passage which we did not take Towards the door we never opened
 Into the rose-garden. My words echo Thus, in your mind.

T.S.Eliot  Four Quarters – Burnt Norton

This extract is the start of the poem Four Quarters by T.S.Eliot. It is always in my mind as I sit on the shore watching the waves rolling back and forth. Time and tide in continuous movement, creating and erasing its path. These images represent the delicate nature of each moment vanishing before your eyes.