Every now and again
Time takes a vacation
And disappears from
The eyes of our awareness
Into the heart of our purpose
Turning our actions into
Time itself.
So, if you are intent
On knowing the time
Be love to all you can find.
timelessness
If you see
No hope now
Or no hope
In tomorrow
Step outside
Of time
And seeing
And into
Being.
When Love calls out,
“Who is my favorite one?”
Infinite beings form a line
That stretches beyond
Even the bounds of time.
In solitude,
The past and future
Would deafen my peace
If not for the muting
Ability of the timeless present
When I sit with Emptiness,
I get so pulled in.
Time disappears.
It’s as though the Divine consumes it.
We drift away,
Far, far away,
On the waves of Love.
You over there,
Me here,
Us now.
We drift a ways,
As one.
Sit in the seat of desirelessness,
And arrive in the realm of infinite Love.
When you come face-to-face with God,
One of the first things It does is to smash your timepiece to smithereens,
So that you lose all concept of time.
To be with God is to be without time.
Oh, Infinite One,
You love all creation beyond measure. When did you start? Will you ever stop?
“I started before time and will stop when the Infinite Ocean of Love dries up, or when I cease to be.”
