POEM: A Bout Time

A common complaint is that there is never enough time. Overbooking ourselves seems endemic. I have made an intentional effort over my life to create some space and time, allowing me to lead a less hurried and less forced life. I consider this one of my greater successes in life. The quality of this success seems related to syncing up with my own rhythms and the rhythms of the natural world. Regardless, life keeps happening. Like John Lennon said, “Life is what happens when we are busy doing other things.”  I suspect that no matter how busy (or not) we may be, that being there when it happens is the key. May your life be a constant stream of presence.

A Bout Time

All you
Halve too due
Too joyfully
Walk the walk
Is caste off
Time as a gait keeper
And reawaken too
An open adore policy
Another kind
Of swinging pendulum
Free of binary weighs
Jammed with jazz
Grooves coming and going
A wash with sundry seasonings
That is life
Full
Increasingly
Fewer
Appointments
It’s a bout
Time
Re-form that thief
Broken into ours
Abode well
Where there is no room for alarm
Renounce everything but the sync
The ticker with which we are born
And be re-quieted
With anew
Time peace

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