Time
And an astronomer said, "Master, what of Time?"And he answered:
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
centre of his being, and moving not from
love thought to love thought, nor from
love deeds to other love deeds?
And is not time even as love is, undivided
and paceless?
But if in you 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.
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