Time is like a river
We wash our bones like stones
Time is like a river
We wash our bones like stones
Time is not the answer
Time is not the quest
Time is where we journey
While we learn to rest.
Julia Cameron
Time,New Zealand ,Whanganui , April 25 ,2013
Great poem. Ik betrap me er soms op dat ik denk: Als … dan.
But time is NOW.
There's a poem on re-examining time by Mark Nepo that I love. I'll paste a little snippet of it below. Hope that you enjoy it, too, and that time is carrying you softly through your travels.
….bathe, kiss, enter, bow. Immerse yourself in the time you have and time will carry you softly and clearly
through the eye of its needle into all that is.