time

time

when locked in love

ceases

or

when fooled by love

lapses.

there is a difference:

like watching a stream

and running beside it

in rhythm with the flow; or

like stopping by the stream

and witnessing the rush

that slips away over stones.

the quest is to find

a love of the present,

not the future nor the past,

just now

when there is no fear

no jealousy

no envy

no worry

no guilt

no fault

no sorrow

no hurry

and, if time treats you well,

no end