No Time to Know Time

From no time to time, I wake up to time
I run after time, for time, time after time, with no time for time to know time
Hoping one time to have time to know time

And when it is time to know time, I have no more time
For I have spent all my time chasing time, thinking it’s my time
But it was never my time, for I had no time for time

All of time is a waste of time
The bad time, the good time, both are a waste of time
For both are time but not my time or the very time

To perceive time with my time is to split time to watch time
And that is also time, time within time
I may know fast time, slow time, this time and that time but I may never know time, in no time
for I am time

The very thought is time and the very trot is time
what is time that has no thought of time?

Maybe that which is matter to time is time to matter
For that which doesn’t matter has no time in my time to matter time

Knowing I am time, can I be time?
And can I be time when there is an “I/I am” in time
Is that Time?
And is it time to know time

Timely

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Wake Up

The Treasures of the Earth
The Sisters of the Earth
The Brothers of the Earth
And the Mothers of the Earth

Step up, soak up, tee up and wake up
For we make up, the cup
The cup of the earth
We birth up to dance up
Dance up, to the song of the earth, to the dance of the dreams

Don’t bang up but drum up
Don’t bum up but dear up
Don’t gunk up but gear up
Don’t tear up but dare up

Dare up to bare up, bare up to pair up
Pair up to gear up to glory up one another, each other
For I walk on the earth, I drink of the earth, I eat of the earth
And I breathe of the earth

Bow up and glow up
For in the love of the other is my glory
and in the love of the other is my story

So, stand up, not for the cup that is up there
But for the earth that is my cup and the birth on the earth is my UP

Earth

Treasure

Hurt

Hurt people hurting people making hurt people hurt more people
to distract people, to detract people

Divisions as my distractions and detractions as my provisions
these Provisions as my visions on the course of my collisions
Dividing the division of the divide within me

People come, people leave
But the Pupil that I am has become the weave for every eve
Every eve that is a heave
I may think I am here to achieve, to receive, to perceive, but I am simply naïve

Player upon player
Layer upon layer
Prayer upon prayer
I layer the prayer for the player I have become

Each pupil as a player, playing the player, playing the player of the player
Living in the fear and Forgetting the dear
I spear and smear everyone and everything near
Just to appear as a frontier, for I have lost my ear to hear, here

Me as a reflection of the entire humanity, with the deception of vanity, created this insanity, this profanity within me
For I have lost my “responsibility” and acceptability to myself
and thus to every self and shelf within me and around me

So, I let me wake up, remove my makeup
raise my cup up to share my heart up

For my heart that’s shaken and my thought that is not mistaken will awaken to become a lumen that lights and a fire that ignites.

Puncture
Distant

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