There are so many types of time.
Time might as well be people there so many kinds.
Like people on the street, we see but don't meet,
how many times do we miss that are unique, complete
and totally individual?
We try to make time for ourselves, but only God makes time.
And time comes and goes. The truth is, nobody knows
whether a time is a good or bad
time.
Until time has passed, and we look back
and ask, did we learn? Or maybe we mistook that
"good" for "bad" once again like people,
we lie when we say that all time is equal.
I wish that I could meet each time as time comes to pass.
So maybe it could last
in a memory "good" or "bad".
But you can't hold time. And when I didn't know me, I might've wanted to.
But now I know me.
And I am right now.
I'm not the past or the future,
I am somehow.
Whatever I am, I'm only what myself allows.
time?... I don't know,
at least I know now.
Marc H.
3 comments:
Marc - This is so profound and beautiful! I am going to print it out and keep it with me. You should publish this!!! Time is so precious and you're right- so different and individual. I feel that the types of time we experience are spiritual and unique - especially when we take the time be thankful for every moment and every opportunity...
BTW, your party was great!!! Kudos to Sonia!
Beautiful, big brother!
Masterful old master. I like a lot. Keep up the the thought provoking writings.
Tariq
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