A poem on time. 

What would I be without you?

Perhaps a reflection of a distant star.

Would I have language? Would I have art?

What would I be without you?

I hope you help me-
See, what I would be,
but perhaps you don’t need too,

My imagination is
a type of fruit.
Would I have truth, without you?

Or simply exploding spaces of bloom.

2 replies on “A poem on time. ”

Your post reminds me of a book my friend is reading so now she always asks…
(4 Questions to Change Your Life: An Interview With Byron Katie, Creator of ‘The Work’)
1. Is it true?
2. Can you absolutely know that it’s true?
3. How do you react, what happens, when you believe that thought?
4. Who would you be without the thought?

Thank you for posing questions that open the heart… ❤︎ 🙌🏻


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