Time moves like a yogi, still but moving, unperturbed by the swings of life
Not carrying sins or gifts, just witnessing life as it dances in ebbs and flows
Allowing all the dimensions of truth play out, while being its single source of existence
Just knowing this dance continues one after the other until there's no dance.
No one cares to take notice or learn from Time
They only judge if it's good or bad for them,
they blame it for running slow or fast
But Time heals wounds, works miracles, like an agnostic yogi
Time remains still while moving.
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