Embracing the Timeless

 


Embracing the Timeless

My journey with Time begins when I realise it's all a myth, as demonstrated by Einstein. Ancient scriptures echo this truth, revealing the illusion of Time.

In the Hindu tradition, Kala Bhairavi, the goddess of Time, reminds us how we're driven by the past, present, and future, forever losing peace and balance. Time is a leveller, a mocking bird that plays with our perceptions, and yet, it's more insulated than any other force.

Time ticking away for those...

- thinking they don't have time

- worried about Time

- puzzled about Time

- devoid of rhyme

- missing the rhythm of life

Time stays forever when you...

- listen intently to life

Time escapes the...

- broken, cowardly, the conceitful

And the expanded versions:

Time ticking away for those who wait, but for those who take action, time is ticking towards a brighter fate.

Time ticking away for those thinking they don't have time, yet it's in the present moment that we find the power to redefine our prime.

Time ticking away for those worried about Time, for in the stillness of the present, we find the timeless.

Time ticking away for those puzzled about Time, for in the embrace of the unknown, we find the timeless rhyme.

Time ticking away for those devoid of rhyme, for in the cadence of life, we find the beat of the sublime.

Time ticks away for those missing the rhythm of life, for in its beat, we find the pulse of our own vital strife.

Time stays forever when you listen intently to life, for in its depths, we find the eternal, the infinite, and the divine.

Time escapes the broken, cowardly, and conceitful, for they are blind to its beauty, deaf to its wisdom, and lost in their own shadows.

Comments

  1. KjraoAugust 13, 2024 at 10:13 PM

    The poem and passage combination on perspectives of time is very good.
    For every individual, there is only 24 hours time in a day .However some people think is running past and yet others think there is plenty of time.A person who wants to race past think that time is ticking away.For a dying person,every minute is a pain and the day lasts longer for him.Time can enable an individual either to make a day or destroy.All depends on how we mould our time and the life associated with it.

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