Time is stillness, Time is motion
Time is our utmost sacred notion
Through Time's clouds we see what is
What was, what will be, and Time's special kiss
We are all part of Time and are waiting to know
What the Ages of past are partial to show
For every energy and every hour
Grows and unfolds itself like a flower
And men and women discover each other
Their love for their friends
And one for another
Children are born in love and in scorn
They love us in wonder though some are forlorn
We love them and nurture that which they are
Until they grow up to be like a star
They outshine all the others and come into their own
And we love them and hug them and give them a home
Soon they replace us like a new field of grass
Fertilized by our love and all that which lasts
They give us our hope as we grow to old age
That true good can be found in earning Time's wage
When they grow older they start it again
And Time gives them wisdom and comforts their kin
Time is Love to all those who might listen
To Time's ebbing tide and evanescing glisten
It goes and it comes and renews what we are
It is there in our peace and there in our war
Time is Love
Sometimes (sic!) I get an impression that time is The God. Not the Christian one, of course
Considering notion that The God is Love - here you go, time is love!
I think God is the most loaded word in history.
I would prefer to refer to what you are talking about as a form of wisdom that just IS, without any intelligent function that imparts itself into us because we are a part of it and vice versa.
Time that is.
I wouldn't worship it, I wouldn't call it spiritual and I sure wouldn't call it God.
I would say that I feel that Time is a non intelligent Love expression emanating from that part of the universe which is not comprised of me and you and "us" (humans).
We reciprocate this love through reflecting on Time itself.
This is of course how I "feel" about these things, I certainly would not "preach" them.
Also, the definition of Love I am obviously operating under during this poem is highly unconventional, (hence the intellectual incoherence). I would say it is my own definition, and only of one type of Love.
As these are feelings I would not assign them objective intellectual validity (or even so much as claim to call these statements intellectually coherent), I would say it is subjective and would not exist for all people. In fact it only exists for me emotionally, and it's metaphorical purpose is to liberate me emotionally.
These feelings do exist in me and this is how I make sense of them, through poetry.
Evidently others have gotten something from my poetry, in which case I inadvertently "helped" perhaps?
Sure you did. Every time we do something from heart we help others
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