The Minute hand

I take a look at the minute hand just to see where I stand, the seconds were moving fast and the deal was lingering in the dark. I knew what I wanted but the earth was vibrating, while some people were desperate to make a profit, the tension grew high and so it was hard to communicate what was lingering behind the gigantic Iron Gate. We have come a long way but today is another day.

I place the deal in my hand, so that the universe could understand, there is no compromise in the sky so you have to agree with the sea while the elements mingled with thee. Sit with me at the table if you are able, forget about “me” and focus on the image floating in the sea. You have been moving from pillar t post, hiding from the American boat, but today is the only day when time will tell you where you will stay.

Open the back door and examine the objects around the shore. Take a long ride in the sea to understand what your heart permits you to see; no one control the sea for it is free; listen to the wind as it blows and the song that it sings when the journey begins.

I look beyond the fourth wall to see what was going on, meeting here, meeting there, and everyone was running around like mad ants infesting the atmosphere, without a concrete plan of how-to bring peace to the land.  No one thinks about me “and” the agony that I feel. It is the people that matters in time of conflict and painful sorrows.

The minute hand s watching from the stand, the minute hand completes a 360-degree rotation every sixty second. It tells you when to start and when to evolve out of the dark. 
The minute hand is not in a hurry so there is no need to worry, it is moving within the order of time, just relax and the negotiation will go fine. Be persistent about what you want, and the universe will be there for it cares. 

The seconds are moving fast but the minute hands are rotating on the stand. Make one more call today and listen to what the Europeans have to say. They too are in a bind, but the “weather” in Europe will be just fine.

                                                               The minute you make a move the universe will choose
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May 24, 2026 at 10:51 AM
Hello Christine phillips, the hour habd always seems to move slowly. the minute hand moves faster. Hugs. /Darlene/
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