Time is of the essence!

Time marches on!

brass pocket watches
Tick Tock

Time transcends into our lives.

We either have too much

Or emptiness seems to thrive

Into all the such and such

That envelopes our essence.

How do we hit “refresh”?

 

Wouldn’t it be sweet

If we could set back the clocks

To give us days and weeks

Years and decades to rock

Our world into submission?

We are left in derision…

 

Too much times on our hands

Can be useless and boring.

Not enough time lands

Us in chaos, soaring

Us into obsession

Or hopeless depression.

 

The system doesn’t seem fair.

How did it become so flawed?

We really have to care

On the seconds we trod

Upon that add up to nothing.

No one, no hope, no feelings, nothing.

 

A silent death

That steals the rest

Of our shining essence.

You guessed it!

We have wasted away bit by bit.

woman looking at sea while sitting on beach
Lost in time, conceived in rhyme.

By Deborah A. Bowman

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

How Does Time Get Away From Us

Time for Silence
The seconds of our life are ticking by. We need to make time for Silence and cherish every second, every breath.

How does time get away from us?

We try to do so much … too much!

In our crazy active lives, tasks go quick

But there are more things to make us tick.

We don’t want  to  be left behind

When new technology fills the mind.

The rapid influx of innovation

Calls to us in demanding recreation.

We want to try everything…

See everything…

Do everything…

BE EVERYTHING!

So time gets gobbled up

Like a feast that we sup

And we look back and lament

That time is no longer urgent.

We forget what we must do first

Overcome by hunger and thirst

For news and info and games and fame.

Slow down a little, enjoy silence.

Let peace and calm be your dance.

Time, The Final Frontier?

Time, c A concept created by humankind in sync with the planetary solar system in which we live. How is time calculated in other parts of the Universe? In other solar systems?
Time, a concept created by humankind in sync with the planetary solar system in which we live. How is time calculated in other parts of the Universe? In other solar systems?

Time, not Space, could be The Final Frontier. Time is infinite.
Is Time, not Space, The Final Frontier? You may be surprised

As I contemplate History

I realize that “Time” is but a theory

To placate our minds

Based on planetary signs.

The sun rises in the morn,

Descends as night forms.

What becomes of our abstract theory

When we relocate ourselves in Space?

Day and night, Time’s conceptual base,

Would cease to be.

A new tracking system would needs be devised

To organize and plan our lives.

What happens to the earth’s History

When years, centuries, eons in theory

No longer fit the criteria we see.

What if there is no day and night?

What a disturbing, chaotic plight!

But we don’t have to venture to Outer Space

To disrupt synchronicity and face

The moment of Time in our minds.

Time has no end, nor did it begin.

It is infinite, cylindrical, always has been.

Measured to make sense for humankind

In increments that we do not find

Anywhere else in the Universe.

The earth is but a tiny dot

In a mass of infinitly ruled by thought.

No past, no future, no present, no Time,

Only what we create in our minds.

The threads of History start to unravel

As soon as we theorize the concept of Time Travel,

Which exists, has always existed.

Our sense of order has continually resisted

The reality of moving forward or backward in Time

To create alternate Histories in alternate realities.

When you create words in your mind

You never know what you will find

Masquerading as Time.

The Time continuum has no Time.

The Final Frontier is infinite in design.

Never ending, never begun.

Past, present, future–History–all one.

Create your words keeping in mind,

We all can travel through the theory of Time.

Deborah A. Bowman © 2015

The Timeless Universe
The Timeless Universe

We Have to Make Time for Silence and Healing

The seconds of our life are ticking by. We need to make time for Silence and cherish every second, every breath.
The seconds of our life are ticking by. We need to make time for Silence and cherish every second, every breath.

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!

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