Time

a product of man's world. to God time does not exist. and in certain moments, it is absent on this earth. especially when i am with you.
it is strange how in a few seconds life can change. yet in hours, months and years people are static, unchanging. does it all rely on our Choices, our Free will? or does God sometimes reach his finger down to Touch the Hearts of men. guide us with His eye. Blink, and it could be gone. now one of those stagnant blanks whose has not a clue where to go in this entropic world.
We are all Beings, Human beings for that matter. and nevertheless we are subject to the laws and rules of this World in which we reside. one of which is Time. our puny lives revolve around it. everyone in a rush. i think of the novel Farenheit 451 and all the people who move so unimaginably quick. Literature, Art and all the Finer things no longer have a Presence. is that where we are headed?
Not I! because i have found my place, where time perishes. i put my Mind there when this world is no longer bearable.
now I have found where it is, and. . . we are One, we are Art in its purest existence, the rarest of beauty. priceless.
the Freedom to Create is bestowed upon us, never to be abused. Powerful, only to go beyond the highest place. ride the wind. . . live the dreams we've always had. it is there we meet and bathe in the glow of Eternal Summer.