Time

Time manages to slip away, never staying still enough

to hold onto.  Forging forward always faster, slipping through

our hands and plunging onward.  Towards the unknown

events of tomorrows door.  Never pausing to just breath.

Yet when I truly sit still, time stops, or flows,

pouring into a new space leading to the place of

stillness.  It is held for the moment as if it doesn't matter.

All that matters is the ushering into something which is bigger,

deeper than the procession of a day and we are caught

in the silent edges of space unknown.  The stop is temporary

yet fulfills the yearning heart to be brought to stillness.

The sacred edge of Divine. Presence.