Saturday, June 14, 2008

Love, Lum Lum

How do you measure time? By days? By months? By years? By the things you've done? By the intensity of the feeling you get upon realizing you're getting old? By the coming and passing of people in your life? By the glow and demise of stars? By the shaping of rocks and mountains? Is what we experience as passage time really time itself, or is it just us facing birth, life and death -- and the urgency of time is just an extension of our fear of mortality and unknown? Or is there really a difference? When did we learn that time, each minute and second, is precious? Remember, we didn't know anything about that and death as small children (Aeva comes to mind). Time only became relevant when we understood finality. So in that sense, haven't we been counting our minutes according to how much time we have left until we pass on? What would happen if we count our time according to how long we're been living since birth -- would we look at the world differently -- or better?

How would we really know?

Today, I appreciate Father Universe for giving me sunshine, blue skies, comfort, hope and opportunities. I appreciate the knowingness of spirit, the clarity of mind and strength of heart, and the usefulness of body to realize the future at hand, to wonder about the passage of time and life, and to place faith in the timelessness of the Universe.

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