Where does time go
does it go, is our perception askew?
What if time just is? Always there.
Moving like the clouds, like the waves
Being always time, sky and sea.
What about us? Are we just living linear
or are we fluent too?
Always part of the Stars, the Universe, Earth,
living all the time.
Don’t let us limit ourselves with numbers and dates.
Live in peaceful meditation or stormy dance
in Love, always in Love.
With tears when they come and smiles of a child.
© miriam ivarson