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.35) Time: A Meditation
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.35) Time: A Meditation

The bird of Time sat on a branch.
I thought to clip her wings, and so
I climbed upon her back — alas,
the bird took flight again, and now
I'm at the far end of my life.

She lighted there of her free will.
How foolish I was then, to think
that I could stop, or slow, her flight,

and yet, that time, when Time sat still —
how sweet it was — how sweet.

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Comments (15)

Well said from experience. This is the second time I read this lovely poem.
A very disarming simplicity with a very profound meaning. Beautiful. Susie.
what profound meaning on the bird image of time! thank you!
A delightful meditation about such a common theme. Is this what the eternal NOW will feel like? Only wish that every one could feel this way all the time. How peaceful life would be.
Elegant precision writing with fine depth of imagery. Even though time back went into motion I hope you have been enjoying the view as the universe flies past.
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