The Time machine
Allow time to pass,
Like this,
The way it is,
Fluid
Slow, long,
Pulsating.
Allow it to pass,
Drop by drop,
Don't try to stop it,
Don't speed it up,
Don't count it,
Don't try to keep it
In a machine on your wrist,
As if it were yours alone.
Let it go,
Leave it free
Inside you,
Walk to its rhythm
Fluid
Slow,
Pulsating.
Let it go
Without letting it escape you,
Because time doesn't fly,
It's you who can fly
As time does,
Fluid,
Slow,
Pulsating,
Long,
Vibrant.
This is how your heart is.
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Absolutely beautiful, like the flow of the ocean surface with crests and troughs yet ever returning to balance. Love it.
Lovely. Has the pacing of a heartbeat. Striking morning photo.