Time is the measure of your life.
Twenty-four hours each day to do with what you will.
Time is the organizer, the planner.
At times, the tyrant.
Precise to the second. Restricting and never bending. Or is it?
Time is more than the digits glowing on your phone or watch.
Time used to have a round face, like our planet.
One could look at a clock and envision the entire day.
Now all we see is one minute at a time in neon lime.
When you speed up, rush around, time does too.
When you slow down, time does too.
If you ignore the clock and pause to breathe
Take in the sea, the mountain, the tree, your baby’s laugh, eye lashes closed on a cheek Time pauses with you.
When you rest with the moment or take in the view
You merge with time.
Time becomes the present, a gift to savor, an unmeasurable wealth.
Time is a mirror of the quality of your life.
How will you spend this gift today?
with love, Kaye
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