On Time
And an astronomer said, "Master, what of Time?"
And he answered:
You would measure time the measureless and the
immeasurable.
You would adjust your conduct and even direct the course
of your spirit according to hours and seasons.
Of time you would make a stream upon whose bank you
would sit and watch its flowing.
Yet the timeless in you is aware of life's timelessness,
And knows that yesterday is but today's memory and
tomorrow is today's dream.
And that that which sings and contemplates in you is
still dwelling within the bounds of that first moment which scattered
the stars into space.
Who among you does not feel that his power to love is
boundless?
And yet who does not feel that very love, though
boundless, encompassed within the centre of his being, and moving not
form love thought to love thought, nor from love deeds to other love
deeds?
And is not time even as love is, undivided and paceless?
But if in you thought you must measure time into
seasons, let each season encircle all the other seasons,
And let today embrace the past with remembrance and the
future with longing.