
The Tragedy of TIME. (Fear written in, upon realizing my limitations: 1993)
The TIME I don’t have - the time I don’t have..
deterring me from LOVE itself, is but the time I don’t have.
What I would do, to be with you - to teach you, guide you, help you through.
What I would pay to hold your hand - my legs would crumble, help me stand.
What I would give to see your sighs - to hear your laughter and your cries..
to share with you the little time - I WISH I HAD, that I don’t have….
When comes the day I EARN this time: I’ll fly your way, to CLAIM you mine..
and there DISCOVER - to my horror - that there is time, that YOU don’t have..
[The piece above bothered me to no end. I desired a way to undo the spell
of those sorry words. What came below, in Nov ‘04, -while playing with my firstborn- was a birthday present pre-packaged as a self-realized response:]
The Ecstasy of TIME! (Fear transmuted as the Power of Letting Go took hold.)
The time I do have, ooh, the time I DO have!
BRINGING to me LOVE itself, is but the time I DO have.
The work I do, the time I earn - is all done to be with you.
The things I yearn, and all I learn - are just better done with U!
The gift YOU are, All-Thanks is not, enough said for knowing You!
The Path is now so very clear - a loss for words you put me to!
The day has come I LEARN that time, is only what I DO with mine.. ~!~
.. and here discover, to my honor- that HERE is TIME, that I can have!