Sweet Time

Here in the US we put our clocks ahead one hour, for Daylight Savings Time to begin tomorrow. I’m looking forward to lighter evenings, but not the adjustment in my body. I couldn’t help but smile when I came across this poem from Danna Faulds.

Sweet Time

Great nature takes
her own sweet time.
No one can hurry
sunrise; migrating birds
arrive when they arrive;
trees grow and leaf
on their own unique 
schedules. We are
the only creatures
with clocks, minute
hands marching in
tight circles, seconds
flashing past. Think of
the inner peace
if we awoke one day
to find that all the 
clocks had turned into
flower pots filled with
buds that bloomed only
when a power greater
than calendars or hours
coaxed their petals open.

~ Danna Faulds from "Breath Of Joy"

I enjoy how Danna captures the essence of time here so simply: Its tight control over us and its flashing nature, compared to the possibility of inner peace and gentle opening and awakening.

Hhmm … What would life be like if we weren’t driven by time?…

May you find your own sweet time tomorrow and in all the days ahead.

Namaste