This giant obelisk, Time,
is my heart, forever mine,
and yet a stranger.
Like the rising sun
my heart rises
each morning,
a new horizon, to conquer again
and to relinquish the throne by night.
Standing in the pond in the shadows,
Time, my heart, counts the pulse.
And this heart, my Beloved Time,
spreads like a giant lotus leaf, forever mine, but a stranger still.

Sushama Karnik
Aug 28, 2017

Thanks for the image +Souheil Ghammachi

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This time, like all times, is a very good one,
if we but know what to do with it."
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson