Time is flowing now,
Faster it seems
I seem to have reached a point in my life
Where if I blink
I am dead
Time, initially a jailer
Has become an ally, a friend
Sweet solace
A protector and healer
What will I do with my time
As I swirl my fingers in its flow
Like fingers in paint
What will I do with my Fate?
The true crown in Life is Love
Her crown anoints all of her surrendered Graces
Elevates the common to the Divine
Makes the mundane exceptional
I will use my flow of time to paint love
On the canvas of life
To program love into the matrix of being
And leave all thoughts of destiny
as I pass through deaths dream kingdom
For I breathe love into the destiny created by time.
– Karleen
