time is a funny thing ..
yesterday doesn't feel like a tomorrow
.. time collapses and time pools
in stopping, it moves faster
& you, slower still,
so in the stopped second or the hand ticking, more begins to reveal itself as if there, in the soft of a space, something when speaks
they say "good things come to those who wait" & "some things just take time"
perhaps time is a marker of change, or rather it is subjected to thought or no thought so that the more we think of it, the less of it we have, and when time stands still, we stand still with it, so that our hands carve more quickly and the craft of creation bounces abound while we seem still at chest and our heart paces the rhythm to something that smiles at it, time, a friend
when & how are object to something bigger than the subject of self, so still, in collaborating tides with, we pull at the moon's water while still waving at the moon itself, so what are we to time & if time, a friend, were to call, how long might it speak?
happy new year everyone,
may it bring all that you're asking for with a few surprises too .. perhaps it's time to engage in questioning, and perhaps some that do not have inherent and outright answers, maybe time will teach you so (it is surely teaching me)