Time given, our beating heart does measure,
We’re all wandering, through new hours, new days, new months…and years.
We’re rushing….
Not even knowing, we’re rushing,
Competing against ourselves….and others.
In the twinkling lights of so many cities,
It’s us….
A young man chasing a young girl in the quest of love,
A pregnant woman nauseated in the bathroom,
A grandmother combing her granddaughter’s hair,
A man unbuttoning his jacket as he sits on his desk,
An old woman with trembling voice and knees weak as cotton wool.
Do you see? Do you see the picture of life?
What if through a worm whole,
You could travel and meet the older you?
What do you think the older you would say to the you that you’re now?
I think he would say…..Hello!
Young me, know that your journey is significant,
Young me, please put a cruise terminal on every month and every year,
And rest there for a while …before you start again.
Young me, spring is happening all around you, open your eyes.
Young me, leave space in your life for possibility,
You’re only just starting, no matter how old you are.
I hope you don’t let the moments take make your eyes shine
Slipping away from you,
Know that you’re never falling behind,
Trust the timing of your life.
This is a picture of my flying book……and a turtle, on my desk. To remind me of the balance in life.
Sending you all love and please do stop to smell the flowers…
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