No rush

You will get there when you are meant to get there. Like the tide, you cannot be rushed. Everything happens in its natural time. Life waxes and wanes, becomes whole, then recedes again. Round and round it goes. Round and round we go. Why we are who we are may never be fully known or understood. No matter how many reasons we find, or how much explanation we put in place, an element of mystery always, inevitably remains. The best any of us can do is to take what we have and who we are – at any given moment – and give it acceptance.

Time

Time, oh time
keeps running away,
it passes me by
but it just won’t stay.

Time, oh time
always ticking on the clock,
don’t you ever get tired –
can’t you rest
won’t you stop?