The Time Goddess
The goddess of time passes elegantly through the iridescent hourglass
She sweeps upon our children to grow like wildflowers
She hijacks precious moments and delays them with a a mark is sweet delight
She takes rapture in mundane occupation and robs from truth
She escapes like grains of sand through the hands of Mother Earth
But oh, to capture her sweet delights and bask in the emptiness of her vessel!
Time is our best friend soothing the wounds of falsehood
She embraces all moments to give way to discriminating awareness
She loves without limits of spatial boundaries
She gifts us with the perfection of practice
Oh precious time , how I love thee.
- betty riaz, may 2016