Time
Why do you measure time when time is measureless?
Why do you adjust your conduct and direct,
The course of your spirit according to hours and seasons?
You’ve made time a stream upon whose bank you sit and watch flowing.
The timeless in you is aware of life’s timelessness,
And knows that yesterday is but today’s memory and
Tomorrow is but today’s dream.
That which sings and contemplates in you still,
Dwells within the bounds of the first moment which
Scattered the stars into space.
If you must measure time into seasons, let each
Season encircle all the other seasons.
Indeed, let today embrace the past with remembrance,
And the future with sweet longing.
poem by Ray Lucero
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