TIME.
by Carol Batton
15th December 1997
Time may not offer the “Opportunity” you want it to offer.. Nevertheless it is yours, to do with, or to be in.
Time for crying should also be valid to you.
It doesn’t matter if there is failure – it doesn’t fail if you survive. It doesn’t fail, it is part of the path, alongside which are some flowers; It is path.
The path is O.K., if you say it is O.K.
You are the same you, in successful times, and failed times – You are true to limitation in both.
There is no going astray when opportunity is limited – Even the astray bits – can become valuable path, even if one does not know it; only death is pathless.
Trust that there could soon be flowers, paths are like that – flowery in parts. Find flowers where there is dust or mud.
Path is path when path is muddy for miles either side – from mud to mud is equally muddy; straying is path, staying is path, choice is path, lack of choice is path.
To say ,”This is not path”, destroys the flowers and music.
Time is a harsh master – befriend it, go at the speed of your want and need. Own it, claim it all, even the boredom –
Own it ’til it stops hurting you.
Time is plentiful – don’t regret it, but one week spent befriending yourself, is only one of 2,500.
Build when the building is there to be done. Don’t berate yourself for not building when there are no bricks; and it is not always obvious when there are no bricks.
You will regret some – that is par for path.
Follow Dao, don’t die, explore doubt, allow doubt, follow path, follow will, follow whim.
Time is the longest thing in your life.
May God go with you.
May you answer for need, not duty.
May you try to grow, towards the beauty, below knowledge, near to love.
Carol Batton Poetry 