Time

Time was not always like this:

a start and stop,

forward pushing to the grave,

slaving away the moments and meaning,

daily grinding thoughts and feeling,

disenchantment of earthly blessing,

running ragged through a race,

lost in a maze that others made,

paycheck to paycheck,

orientation to retirement,

ashes to ashes, dust to dust--

this time was never meant for us.

They were buying it, borrowing it,

saving it, spending it,

keeping it, passing it,

making it, ending it.

But humanity has only a thin grasp on time.

It is not about power, and out of our control.

If captured, it slips through fingers

like hourglass sand.

Let it flow, let it spiral through the wind--

time is like this:

cycles of celebration and synchronicity,

of journeying inward, traveling outward, then in and out again,

unraveling secrets and telling never-ending stories

of the universe inside and out.

We should be making the most of this gift called time.