There's so many times in a life
and who knows ? Maybe beyond ...
A time to live
another to leave ...
And every nuances of the capricious seasons
that we want to grasp but can't ...
Time of the all absence mother
and father off the war .
Innocence lost in a bed warmed by cold ...
A time invented to deceive the enemy
and make friend of boredom ...
Inhalation and exhalation time
to make ourselves believe we exist ,
and we think we're not going to get on board
with all these outdated promises...
Old Saturn doesn't like wasted time !
Is everything just the frozen face
of an allmighty clock that tells the time of drama ?
There's the time of a glance
that contains all the harvests of illusion
when it come to regret ...
You walk in the rain like a beaten dog
sniffing the infinite ...
And it's time to travel !
Spice burning port of call
ocean space languors
interwined languages ...
Wild sweetness ,breath ,
and so many waves a l'ame ...
Then at last comes the time
to say '' I love you ! '' To yourself !
When the being in peace
reaches the steps of the temple .
I have learned to love the time
even it's only a creation of each thought...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Here are thoughts of a beyond and paradox that makes life. Very nicely stated
The elusive nature of time weaving a deep link between human condition and universe .
If time is an illusion, then it depends only on us whether we can make something beautiful out of it.
By controlling the flow of our thoughts through meditation !
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