In The Absence Of Time by Tao Writer
"The saddest thing, mister, is a watch: 11, 12, 1, 2,..."
I know a place where time has
no points of reference to hold onto,
no hands sweeps across my well worn face,
no seconds eat away at my existence,
no flashing light marks my arrival or passing.
Here, in this infinite space, all dreams live forever.
Everything, is expressed in the moment called now.
Here, each embrace is the only one I desire.
Here, I come whole but leave so much wiser.