Time

TIME

Time flies like an arrow
Strikes hard like a hand
And the passage is narrow
For each droplet of sand
Time withers like flowers
Buds bright like the sun
And it makes our mind cower
It makes our feet run
It’s rapidly fleeting
Ineffably fast
Each moment repeating
A note of the past
Evanescent encounter
With this mystery world
Of which we are the founder
Into which we are hurled
No time for regretting
No time for forgetting
A soon as it’s rising
It’s already setting
Collapsing, imploding
Becoming experience
Distorting, contorting
Our vision delirious
 It dips and it swoops
Lagging zigzagging
Whirling swirling
Spinning and dragging
Spiraling turns
It falls out of control
Virally burns into one big black hole
And though just one moment
Accounts for it all
One instant of drama
One glance and one pin pointed stall
Atoning each season, each moon full, each day
It rests in forever
Stands still in the way
Unending, unsevered
Illusory play
Redeeming our dreaming
It wakes us in God
As the wind feeds the flame
And the stream feeds the sod