As the Ceaseless mill of Time
Rolls on without a footprint
upon the Space that it traverses
But at once leaving deep imprint
upon human experience and of course
wearing life down towards its end.
In wearing the cloak of body
loose and in ease shall leave you
uncreased by the imprints of Time.
In becoming seamless space from
being seamed substance shall
One know the Joy of riding the
cycles of Time. As Time can
be a Joy Ride or a Crushing Mill
Love & Grace