I stop and do nothing.
Nothing happens.
I am thinking about nothing.
I listen to the passing of time.
This is time
familiar and intimate.
We are taken by it.
The rush of seconds, hours, years
that hurls us towards life
then drags us towards
nothingness...
We inhabit time
As fish live in water.
Our being is being in time.
Its solemn music nurtures us
opens the world to us
troubles us, frightens and lulls us.
The universe unfolds into the future
dragged by time and exists according to
the order of time.
