Time forgotten
Is no time at all.
Without attention on this,
We relax into the infinite
-we exist, without ticking walls.

Limited by the one
who is anxiously trapped here.
An imagined person in the mind
Who has a future to fear.

Not without value
And yet totally, without reality.
A tool for communication, allowing us
to play together, in harmony.

Created by the mind
A sword with two sharp edges.
Use time for its intended purpose
And you will dance
With grace and elegance.

If you use it, for
the completion of tomorrow;
Forever will be a sense of loss
Imprisoned by the illusion of sorrow.

Time is,
only through your creation of this.
So easy to let go of, when
You see deeply, that already
everything exists in the present.