Silence falls so deep
even clocks forget their ticks—
breaths cup the moment
between one thought and the next
time slips and loosens its grip.
In complete darkness—
no landmarks are left to trace
how moments should pass.
In the blind stillness of night
time wanders off aimlessly.
When laughter erupts—
time scatters like startled birds
joy suspends the hours
ticks 'n tocks flock mute in clocks
time loses count of itself.
Time loses its sway
in darkness, silence, laughter
it has no context—
no marker to start or end
it's left hanging at wits end.
On a life-boat passing through Time, making its way to the island of timely order(s).
Surrounded by death/decay and birth/unmanifested on the other side.
Surfing/Suffering on the waves of Time.
Maybe tonight.
The meaning of words change all the Time.
Unable to find meaning if not rooted in Time.
Counting up or counting down either way you are keeping Time.
Yet taking the Time to Time Time.
If Life is a zero sum game, what's the shortest interval that you have achieved this at?
Millennia, centuries, years, days or seconds ? M-C-IIIVIV-i-d?
Letting go generates space and time thus centering oneself in the present moment.
With precision and ease as in any clockmaker's watch.
The Sands of Time scatter as the hourglass shatters, turning to sand over Time.
Yet Time will keep its own Time.
Unless blocked by these very particles of sand.
Even though the books in the library are buried.
My spoken words will echo throughout Time.
Yet keep running out of sync in this fast changing world.
Acceptable losses by aiding incoherence.
As I await my Trial by Numbers.
Time goes on after we are gone
Time goes on before we are born
How we came across the clock
Is a curse without remorse
Every time I hear it tok
It ticks me off It kills my song
To remember the death of our sun
In the future so long ago
When nothing but time remained
time is messy
gooey like molasses
sticky especially if you are a stickler for it
I choose to ignore it
pretending it is a fly caught on a glue strip
others race to please time
wanting it to rule them
I get a kick out of their frenzied belief in time
but do not buy into it
time is messy
I retired after all these years
I sure had a lot of tears
And I have to say a lot of fears
After I retired I became a writer
But I knew deep down
I had to be a provider still
Forty-years ago I bought my first house
With my long- time beautiful spouse
After some time we had children
And eventually had the grandchildren
A lot of people would say it's about time
For some reason, I thought was this a crime
I know our time is precious
And inside I know God has blessed us
So when people say it's about time
I tell them in the end God will give me a sign
And deep in my heart
I know everything will work out just fine
where gently huffs the wind
in clicks of seconds undefined,
my entire being becomes aware
how grasping unto this moment,
this flow of Now slips from
time , as sunray beats the light
way down to the ground:
inside this space where quiet trails,
a lake of senses rivers on
fluid in motion, while flowers gaze--
asking for rain-- their cheeks
turned upward to lambent sky and
circles of butterflies buzz guiding
this path...I find myself letting go
without words to mar this scene;
a fluent kind of sacredness which
connects me to presence unadulterated...
and winds sigh, 'pray tell, what time is it?'
my answer, I do not know.
My precious li'l minutes,
the sky is the limits.
My darling sweet seconds,
Rocky Horsey beckons.
So let us catch ... the day,
and let it go ... its way.
Today lives ... yesterday,
tomorrow ... lives today.
Buy A, B, C's instead ...,
buying time ... it'll be read.
Time flies ... my small pilots,
spread your wings ... it's just us.
Time waits for no one, thus,
the world's counting on us.
Thoughts of time when you cared,
got better when you shared.
Though it's free ... nonetheless,
ROAR, Lion's share ... priceless.
The last time I looked
the clock showed 5:10 p.m.
Now, ten minutes later
it's 5:10 p.m. again
One of two things must be true
Either time is standing still
~ or I'm in love with you
It's about time
to listen to the wind sing
about time
to breathe in and out with the swelling of waves
about time
to walk the narrow ridge of your lover's soul
about time
to feel love flow within you
It's about time
about ... time ...
A Thought About Time
Miracle Man
1/3/2023
Eternity lasts forever.
All other, both good and bad,
eventually will pass.
However, not necessarily at the same pace.
Throughout history, our nature seeks answers
To the elusive, and then to define.
Foraging for roots that are fundamental,
To their infancy and our bottom line.
Looking back with relative importance, the
Infinite wisdom found it interwoven with space.
As our efforts then sought the miniscule,
With nanoseconds and Plancke time at the base.
Yet these descriptions are not observable,
Remaining hidden by shadows unknown.
Where innate behaviors tease of causality,
And quantum geometry that's deduced and grown.
Yet with a community of science fiction,
Their ideas seem plentiful to share.
As machines are thought to travel back and forth,
With past, present, and futures to dare.
So it seems our journey follows both science
And imagination, along this defining quest.
Such that if and when an answer is found,
The time will be right, and we can put it to rest.
What I Know About Time
David J Walker
Here’s what I know
About time
All the days of my life
Are mine
Forever
And ever
For all time and
Eternity
The days of my life will
Belong to me
From infancy
to prime
That’s what I know
About time
One minute,
a close call ...
almost anything.
all...
at the
instant of
absurd!
In convenience
of tragedy,
abuse...!
It doesn't fit the clock
deregulate time.
facts, the
truths of life ...
Nor invent
circumstances
that reason does not
stop him ...
But hinder
hopes,
time does not fit nor
undo what has already been done
in the mechanism
infinite...
from another
way
it's loss
of time,
waste,...!
We hurry and scurry, we're strapped to our clocks
Our lives are measured in ticks and tocks
We're all in a rat race, like it or not
And none of us know how much time we've got
Our days stream away in a downward spill
And you can't push that stream back up the hill.
Our tick tocks continue at night and all day
Even while sleeping our time slips away
You may think life's a journey, you're just passing through
Or you're here to save sinners, like He called you to do.
If you're one of the latter don't fiddle with fate
Your tick tocks are sure to run out if you wait.
You'll never be sure how you got here, or why?
Were you made out of clay, or just fall from the sky?
But you'll know when you're done and no longer exist
When they take that Tick Tocking clock off your wrist.
Time is
forever
moving forward,
time only stops~~when we
meddle.
2019 September 14
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