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if there were but world enough, and time
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if there were but world enough, and time He is a tall man. He moves easily through the room, engaging in conversation with strangers as if they are colleagues or friends, leaving a trail of satisfaction in his wake. She watches from the balcony. He doesn’t know she is there. It appeals to her that she has these moments to observe him as he works his way to their meeting place. Her hands are so hot, almost on fire but not sweating. Burning. She moves an inch or so to her right to improve her view. He stands utterly still, staring up at her, fire in his eyes. He points to the floor. Part of her wants to run. The other part moves swiftly to the stairs and descends to the event room floor, gliding to the spot next to him. “Was 15 minutes enough time for you?” “Excuse me?” “You’ve been watching me for 15 minutes. I hope that was long enough.” She tries not to smile but finds it impossible as he takes her arm. “How did you know I was watching?” “I could smell you, he whispers into her ear. Blushing a deep scarlet, she trips over her gown, but his firm hand does not allow her to fall. “No doubt” a deep laugh bursting forth. As they move towards the bar, she leans her head into his shoulder. “Finally, we meet.” She murmurs. “This is not the meeting. That will come later. ” She is trembling as they sit at the table with some others. He talks to the strangers but she is meant to be doing things, so rises frequently tending to the tasks at hand. It is amazing that she can be two people at once, this person who is remembering details, answering questions and this woman…this woman who can barely breathe, waiting only for when it will be time. Time….it is something we all do battle with. It slows or speeds, so often contrary to our needs. But, in the end, time is all we have. It is what we offer to another, a piece, a moment, hours, a lifetime. Whatever time you share, when you share it, give it fully. Anything else is a shameful waste.  You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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how often do you spend time with someone and wish you were somewhere else? You cannot conceive the many without the one.
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Time is important but it's not real!  
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Another hot one...  Time is such a teaser. . However you want it to pass, it does just the opposite. . 
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I had to stop by when I read the title. I studied Marvell and other poets of his time for my exams and this is from one of his best I think.... ""But at my back I always hear, time's winged chariot hurrying near"" Wise words to be remembered.  ~~Anais Nin~~
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Wonderful words to live by, thank you.
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As luck would have it I was just reading this week about the nature of time and in which direction it moves, or if it moves at all. The theory is that we perceive time to move in a linear fashion because our senses are engineered to see it that way, meaning that our notion of time moving from past to present to future is all in our heads. Quoting the article: "Robert... Lanza is the founder of biocentrism, a theory that space and time are constructs of biological sensory limitations." Consciousness creates the universe. An idea not expressed as beautifully as yours...but thought provoking. Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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Time is but a yardstick but it cannot measure the value of togetherness. Vive La Difference
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Waiting is a powerful aphrodisiac! Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves in her, that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish. ~~ from Antony & Cleopatra
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Waiting can certainly be a most effective aphrodisiac. *S* And yes, being fully present...especially in the moments shared with another....can result in a new presence, manifest a completely new reality almost that is shared by those participants, that provides them with a memory which is indelible for it resides in their collective conciousness.
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