Time

Gifts of time,
Stored in my head,
Invested in my heart,
Exuding from my soul,
Perhaps the paradox and anomaly of
Life “Feeling” short, 
Abides to humanity’s thoughts of what is here and tangible,
Rather than incalculable vastness of
Who we truly are infinitely, endlessly,
Intersecting with what is known by living,
And what is experienced in the ever after,
Beyond the veil, when our bodies die.
Time is truly a man made clock,
Who is to say what the length surely is,
We calculate it in seconds, minutes, hours,
Days, weeks, months, years.
 24 hours in a day,
Sleep for close to half of our time here,
So we can work, be productive, get by,
Do things, so when we least expect it,
When we have or have not taken things for granted,
Somehow we always resort to this spectacle,
Chronologically sort of  time,
Being short, being inadequate,
Not enough…
From beginning to end,
Somehow we misplace,
How many gifts of time,
We got, until it became,
Gone, because who we were sharing it with,
Perished…
Then our suffering begins to slow us down
Enough to realize, 
We forgot to live,
We forgot to cherish more of,
We forgot to savor,
We forgot to make the most of our time, 
Or we remember these things,
With deep resentment towards another
Or against ourselves, with grief deepening our regrets,
To immediately jump to labeling, 
Life is too short,
We aren’t given enough time…
No, It's the immeasurable moments,
The continuity of decisions, experiences,
Dispersing lessons, mistakes, gifting us,
Time for us to learn, laugh, challenge ourselves,
Striving, thriving, to become, to unlearn,
To talk, to hold hands, to grow, to love,
To feel sad, to get mad, to care, 
To run away, to use our voice,
To stand up, to give our best we can,
No matter what it needs to be or when it needed to be
To have, to lose, to share, to keep to ourselves,
To guide, to mentor, to serve,  to be fully present
And really Live.
Gifts of time, we share, are shared.
Stored in my head, we had, we can still get.
Invested in my heart, invested in you, invests in us.
Exuding from my soul, what I created, what you created,
What I am creating, what you are creating,
Whether it be in body or in the cosmos,
Endlessly, 
whether we depart or stay side by side,
Few steps behind, or thousand of miles apart,
Gifts you were,
Gifts you are,
Gifts of Time,
Each of us do get,
Each of us had,
May we realize there is no ‘True’ length,
So in every moment hold it close,
Realize the significance,
Realize the breaths you take in savoring
That precious time we have,
As the very gift you are,
Time is too…
Melissa Palmer © Evolving Mirror