We celebrate the passing of time
With a fearless ignorance
Like the beating of the heart
The seconds move forward in rhythm
and birth and death and birth
come and go around us
We are caged in time like a bird
We make our peace with it
Disguise it, hoping the sense of something
Beyond time will go away
So that we can enjoy
Hoping the gray hairs will look like silver
The sagging skin will be ignored
We are caught in time
Like a dog on a leash
Belonging to someone
Loyal and tail wagging
Waiting for a bone to enjoy
Time eats us all
Like a hungry giant
That none will escape
No matter what wealth
Or cleverness we have
Time is the dread of death
Time is the darkness at the end of the day
Time is the heart that beats no more
Our heart, at some point in time
The sages walked to the forest
To live outside time
To watch the soul watch time
Bound by a body and network of senses
It is caught in the story of its many lives
An insignificant one among millions
Krishna is the hand that pulls us
Out of this time and into another
One that does not have a start or finish
The time I feel when I close my eyes
Hear my breath, sense myself in
That big space of the present moment
When I hear the sound of His Name
That point of connection
To life outside the cage
That sense of time beyond time
That sense of connected self
Free, beautiful, and other worldly
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