This is the second poem from the Silent Retreat.
Time
by Deborah A. Bowman
Times seems to mean so little in the grand scheme of things.
Fleeting and precious, we are mere dots of energy the light brings.
It only takes a heartbeat, a single breath, a moment
To brew a new formula and give it “time” to ferment.
Seeping into the pores of our bodies and the cells of our brains
Keeping us healthy, centered, balanced and sane.
In silence, we can change our minds in the nick of time!
BowmanAuthor and Writer/Editor 
lovely!
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Thank you. Means so much coming from an amazing, insightful poet!
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Thank you! You are amazing .:)
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If we don’t pay attention time will just pass us by. I’m always amazed when someone asks me how long has it been since (fill in the blank) and I answer five years or so. It always seems like yesterday.
I am enjoying your poetry on silence, Deborah.
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Thank you, Carol. It was helpful to me, and I get new feelings of awareness when I read them again.
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Everyone can take some heed from this beautiful reminder my friend. 🙂
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