Time for breakfast
time for dinner
time for bed
the endless cycle endures.
Time.
A single thread
that we cut
divide
with the hands of a clock
and the sharpness of our dulled minds.
Edward’s scissors
a handy tool
for separation
of the unified
tapestry.
Weaving our ways along
fumbling to grasp
the complex intricacies
of human existence
the simplicity of nature.
What times is it?
You might be wondering…
Now.
You might reply.
Each passing moment
transformed in the mind
to past, to future
to good, to bad
is permeated
and glowing
with the eternal
ever present
now
Indeed, the answer remains the same
always and forever.
Time for breakfast
time for dinner
time for bed
time for change
time for truth
time for timelessness
April 2015