Beginning of time–
a starting place for the clock
but not for you, or me
Too often, the clock
married to time, enslaves us
locking us into one dimension
missing all others
Too often, we lose track
of all that exists outside time
Like the soul, which is timeless
knowing nothing of minutes, hours
days, months and years
To the soul, a minute is a year
and a year but a minute
It’s easy to mistake
what beckons us deeply
for the clock’s ticking
and time’s insistent prodding
It’s easy to forget
time reaches only so far
and the soul so much farther
Poetic Alchemist 
Entropy: Thanks for stopping by and commenting. Loved the Thomas poem. Thanks. Come back when you can.
Wow, Wow.. Awe inspiring..
Time.
The pessimist says: Time
goes:the optimist:Its coming.
What is this thing, time?
Let Augustine be our spokesman.
Its competitor knows its neurosis;
the lover the dragging of its chained feet.
Now, we say,looking at the moon
that is the Sun in Australia.
We keep saving it for future
and arriving there are insolvent.
Young, our hobby was assassinating it.
Old we pray for its recuperation.
-By R.S. Thomas
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Hi Don,
Loved your tick talk.
We do need to capture the moment because time stands still (we lose track of it anyway) whenever we are fully engaged in something.
As a teenager I had this David Bowie song called TIME embedded into my head..
“The sniper in the brain,
regurgitating drain
Incestuous and vain,
and many other last names
I look at my watch it say 9:25 and I think
“Oh God I’m still alive”
Kai: Thanks. Glad you found it interesting.
it’s interesting
Dan: Thanks. Hope you are well.
OKAY!
Floots: Thanks. I agree. Too funny.
nicely put
i trust my head a lot more than i trust my watch
(and can’t afford to buy a replacement for either one) 🙂