FLEETING TIME bequeaths anxiety. We are concerned about a future yet to come.
Before we are swept away by the waves of worry, we can take shelter in solitude and melt into silence.
In just a second,
we will hear the leisurely ticking of the hands of a clock,
reticent hum of passing minutes lingering in space,
and the tranquil swish of the dancing hours.
The moment we listen,
the subtle voice of time will comfort and embrace our weary spirits.