Time

Time

Time has neither beginning nor end
Its all in our mind
We conceive it as seconds and hours
Days weeks months and years
As intervals between our encounters
Time is a continuous flow
Never the same, ever fresh and anew
Our failing to see its mighty flow
Limits us in the sense of time
As we are in its mighty gush
We cannot perceive the flow
Thus conditioned by Time
We experience only constant change
The moment we feel its ceaseless stream
We are no more in Time
That Vedanta calls the Highest State
Why wish you then Happy New Year
When happiness putrefies into sorrow
And sorrow blooms into joy again
So in your heart sit in HIS lap
And enjoy the ferocious flood of Time
That is peace, that is joy

K Raman

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