Time (Poem)

    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
    – Sadhguru

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