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Got a Minute?
Got a Minute?
Time is relative. Einstein knew this.
Measured solely in relation to events
That occur in and around
Time is a force, like gravity
A perpetual motion.
It is a dimension in which length, width, depth
Dance the cosmic disco.
Time is a paradox.
It can simultaneously tick on into the future
And stand still.
It can be measured,
Yet is eternal.
Time is in the eye of the beholder.
Man lives within a construct of time,
A pressure cooker of his own invention.
Arbitrary assignment of digits:
Nine, five, noon, midnight
Theoretically reflecting Natures cyclic nature.
To live by the clock,
A presumptously preposterous thought,
Creates dissonance, tension, discord.
A map of a city does not a city make.
Ever tried living in a map?
Try as you might, you better hurry
Time is running out.
Time is running out?
Does gravity end?
I have all the time in the world.
I hold time in the palm of my hand.
Think outside the clock.
Revel in what hours, days, years
Dice, process, and quantify
Into pre-packaged, edible, bite-sized bits.
Processed time gives me indigestion.
I prefer organic.
Smell the daisies.
Tiptoe through the tulips.
Bathe in the beauty of time,
Don't Just Do It.
It's a glorious gift, this mystery called "The Present"
Show me the day, the hour, the minute
Spring turns to summer.
Go ahead. I dare you.
Nature isn't that crude.
She taps her own tantalizing tempo.
Creation oozes like oil,
Cycles sliding, seeping smooth and sumptuous
Season to season,
Eon to eon.
Measure by what you feel
If you feel you must measure at all.
Nature knows but one time
The first, the last, the forever Wow!
There's no time like the Now.
11/14/2013 10:19 pm
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