Time is relative. It is a function and reflection of the priorities we have given to our heart.
It is the ultimate candid camera that never shuts off, Reality TV showing the world who we are.
How we use our time - or not - speaks louder than words, is the way we touch the world and others. Each tick a bread crumb saying this is the path I have chosen, this is the path to my heart.
I wait, and long to be wise enough to understand. A feathered reading has Buddha defining 'enlightenment' as "the heart's sure release." Rumi said "You have learned ways to make a living for your body. Now learn to support your soul. You wear fine clothing. How do you dress your spirit?"
I laugh at myself for having no sense of direction and forever mixing metaphors. I've done it again. Looking to the mind instead of the heart. Looking at clothes that no longer fit instead of the tapestry around my spirit. Sweet spirits, a feather to ponder.
