Time is Love

Essence is I
Like a blanc page
with all my attributes
A whole human being in seed
the full structure
Connected to the cosmos
Walking on Earth
Growing in all dimensions
Including the one you see

Subject to every law
of absolute freedom
Of absolute being
Of Absolute

A child
life
In its purest form

Angel hair
Sprinkled from heaven
An infinity
In being

Were we not children enough to remember our self’s self?
The other being within, that had no name before we were ever baptised to this world?
Were we not there enough before mother and father, brothers and sisters, friends, enemies and people at large?
Don’t you remember Being without a name?

Did we not exist before we were given into the hands of man
Through mother and father
The legacy – complete?
Placed in a moment in time incarnating within our selves everything before us?

Nothing is more complete than a child than a human being

And then the gradual descent into multiplicities trying to find the image that would fit into the unknown world
Funny we thought the unknown world was elsewhere and not here when we lost contact with our selves and separated into individuals that we were supposed to not know and “fall” in love the less we knew them.

No wonder they call it the Fall for what else is it but the descent to desire? The fragmented world of everything one was not and wished to become?

Was not love precisely that recognition of the incomprehensible both within and without. Identifications in the mirrors of our beings meant to signal our complexes, identified with the pieces of people crystallized in imaginary pictures of what they might have become had they not been fortunate enough to fail?

They laugh above when we slide down in our exotic nudity only to dress it up and hide ourselves with textiles trying to reinvent our selves over and over again as if every fashion could make more of us become while at the same time the body inside comes undone.

Yes,
undone
Like the shell of every seed giving birth to the invisibility of our totality, dissolving our self in our selves, terrified of loosing the cover and protection that was once our identification.

Men and women suffering endlessly because the shell is almost gone and they haven’t yet accomplished a third of what dictated desire, loosing themselves without realizing that time is not money but love.

They’ll forgive us one day for having lived the lowest descent when time was money and not love and people desperately run out of their lives trying to make money without love.

They’ll thank us for having served our selves as victims of our own invention fixed in the world of matter without understanding the miracle of time to actualize our selves self every day of our lives

Time will come when every man extends a hand out and it is an extended hand not just an arm doing exercises to win the next competition betting our souls for how much more we get paid.

Time will come when movement is sacred
When food is sacred
When people are sacred
When music is life giving
When Art is life itself
When no one will die without having been embraced by the rest

We will walk out of our families, towns and nations into our selves
We will walk into families, towns and nations no matter what town or nation we find ourselves in, beyond our blood, one human being.

We are not too old to remember the great people
Every man and woman in each nation remembers the great people,
The human people
Nor too young to forget them, our essence
We are just right to be great people like the people before and after us
We are each and everyone right enough to be a human being

Time is love
It is love when we wake up in the morning and when we go to bed at night
And love when we sit besides each other
And there’s more love in each man and woman’s work than in the sheets of every bed
And more love in every meal than in a thousand drinks
There’s more love in each other’s company than in a million things.

Time is love
And life trickles through our hands in shades of blue and green
While children grow their little feet
And there’s no need to run a mile to be
But sit within

Time is love
And there’s no need of things to be
There’s plenty now and it’s not about more but about being able to look after what there is
Before we trash the whole of our nature making things that we don’t need to feed our greed
And the people
the young people and the old people and the children
all need us to help them be

No time will be as crazy as ours when nations throw away their communities and communities throw away their families and families throw away their children and old people so that men and women can make more money for somebody else’s greed. We will never be as crazy as today when we throw our lives out with our loved ones convinced that time is money in an individualism without reigns.

And I am not talking about America or Americans. We are all equally American and time is money was the reality of our lives everywhere. How much more damage can we do to our selves and our place? Our Earth?

Time is love
And death is eternity