“Time I am” echoes in the air

as we breathe into the end of another year

We can fool ourselves that we are in control

Until we face how time sweeps us along

Like a slow moving tsunami

Ignoring us as we walk or jump

Or stumble or hold on for dear life

The new year is a turning point 

It’s meant to stop us in our tracks you know

We’re meant to go – Hey! Wait a minute!

What’s happening here? What is this thing called life?

Why do I have to die? Why do I have to suffer?

But wait it will not. That minute is gone now and 

then another and another takes its place.

Time, my friend, we weep for what is lost to you

Our whole sense of self, covered by the days and 

nights of our lives, tied as we are to our time bound bodies

Whether this moment of life or that moment of death

Time will take us away and bring us back again

Like a great circular universal river, steady and unending.

But we can step away. We can. We must.

Drawn by a longing for that which we cannot find in this world

That which is beyond the river of time, that which is our nature

Our life, our true love. That time is within us all. 

We just have to stop and pause and listen. 

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* The Supreme Personality of Godhead said: Time I am, the great destroyer of the worlds, and I have come here to destroy all people.With the exception of you [the Pāṇḍavas], all the soldiers here on both sides will be slain.” Bhagavad-gita 11.32