Human man thinks of time
Of eight o’clock an hour from nine
The sixty minutes in between
pass him by, they’re never seen
Through laugh and tears he tears it down
Yet many seconds are never found
Always the future is in this mans mind
That it may be, so much more kind
than the moment mind calls to heart
the memory from which he will not part.
And all the while, time slips away
And man he has nothing, nothing to say.
For time is free and won’t hold still
No man has stopped, no man can kill.
Yet within the space of this thing called time.
Lies a truth for you and for all mankind.
All that exists existed before there was time
A beautiful space, a beautiful rhyme.
You will find it between the measures of time
In the gaps of the seconds filled by the blind.
It lies in the stillness and purity of heart
It knows not the end it knows not the start.
It is aware of the constant the forever in you
It knows not the lack it knows not the do.
Just close your eyes and lay down your fear
For here is forever
and time never
lived here ∞
“Within any given moment is hidden the pure potentiality of grace. Within any arising of grace lies the potentiality of perfect stillness. Within the omnipotence of stillness lies the potentiality of truth, all held within the perfect moment.
Every moment therefore must carry truth and therefore no moment is ever lost except to the idea of moment itself.”
Space is that in-between, you cannot grasp
Silence is like space, spirit also
Nothing fills the space, or blocks it neither
Spirit is like space. Space it overflows and yet
Be filled, or emptied.
Spirit is as space.
You cannot paint the space
Though you thought you did.
Or a trillion men paint with brush at hand
You cannot colour.
The spirit neither
Space is the holder of everything
Of all that has gone and all to come
Space has no inside and yet everything is held within
No outside, yet incorporates everything without and more,
And much and nothing.
Spirit too is the holder of everything
All to come and is here and gone, before.
You are held within the space, and more
You are spirit, and you are space
Minute, yet huge, unseen, undisturbed, ageless
like spirit, like space, like now.