Please Read These Words

There’s the eating time, the sleeping time, the talking time, the listening time, the sitting time, the driving time…  So many times.  What are we gonna do next?  Are we ever going to run out of times?  The first time I did anything, I don’t even remember.  I guess it was crying time.  The little person comes out, and we wait for that first joyful wail–at least joyful for the waiters…  We come out ready or not–for time.  Life moves along with time.  We stop it with our perception.  We slow it or speed it up; but it presses on no matter or with matter.  People say we invented time, and maybe it’s true, maybe not.  I just know it takes time to come up with such ideas.  Our cells continue to divide or die or mutate with every breath.  Time ticks with each inhale and exhale.  Are we witnessing this, or do we march along out of our heads–never pausing long enough to enjoy our time?  Our heads are often wrapped around the back thens and if onlys.  The one day we shoulds, or the some day maybe we coulds…  if only once agains.  Around and around we go.  Ruled by the thoughts of history, or parents, grandparents, wives, husbands, children, TV personalities, rock stars, authors, etc.  Original thought may depend on slight twists of what has come before, but what a joy to maximize our ability to break new ground.  When we shed the confines of our assumptions, the canvas seems to get bigger.  Time seems to expand as we see ourselves as more than the sum of our individual experience.  We connect to something transcending the world of cause and effect, taking leaps toward unknowns for the sake of the leaping.