You would measure time the measureless and the immeasurable.
You would adjust your conduct and even direct the course
of your spirit according to hours and seasons.
Of time you would make a stream upon whose bank you would
sit and watch its flowing.
Yet the timeless in you is aware of life's timelessness,
And knows that yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow
is today's dream.
And that that which sings and contemplates in you is still
dwelling within the bounds of that first moment which scattered
the stars into space.
Who among you does not feel that his power to love is boundless?
And yet who does not feel that very love, though boundless,
encompassed within the center of his being, and moving not
from love thought to love thought, nor from love deeds to
other love deeds?
But if in your thought you must measure time into seasons,
let each season encircle all the other seasons,
And let today embrace the past with remembrance and the
future with longing.
