And an astronomer said, "Master, what of Time?" And he answered: You would measure time the measureless and the immeasurable...
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Kahlil Gibran
And an astronomer said, "Master, what of Time?" And he answered:
You would measure time the measureless and the immeasurable.
You would adjust your conduct and even direct the course of your spirit according to hours and seasons.
Of time you would make a stream upon whose bank you would sit and watch its flowing.
Yet the timeless in you is aware of life's timelessness, And knows that yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream
And that that which sings and contemplates in you is still dwelling within the bounds of that first moment which scattered the stars into space.
Who among you does not feel that his power to love is boundless?
And yet who does not feel that very love, though boundless, encompassed within the centre of his being, and moving not form love thought to love thought, nor from love deeds to other love deeds?
And is not time even as love is, undivided and paceless?
But if in you thought you must measure time into seasons, let each season encircle all the other seasons,
And let today embrace the past with remembrance and the future with longing.
By Abid Agha
I, you, and… the early winter raindrops — falling like gentle music meant only for us. The fireplace glows, Its burning coal releasing a warmth that feels no different from the comfort of your nearness.
The flames dance slowly, their golden shadows caressing your face the way my heart does each time I look at you.
Between us, two steaming cups of aromatic coffee, breathing out fragrant clouds, binding our stories together in soft, unbroken threads.
But then, suddenly, in the quiet between two breaths, I felt our tender moments turn to frost, frozen in gentle stillness, so the warmth of our love and the sweetness of that moment could be held forever in memory.
By Esha Bakht
In the course of time, I had many memories That now I cannot remember.
But last December, I cannot forget that time of the year When I was happy And did not shed a single tear.
Those were the days of joy, When I felt no gloominess.
It’s not like I am not happy anymore, But I have days that make me bored.
Now all the days look the same to me. All I want is to live my dreams.
By Tarbia Hamid
I don't dream
Of dreams anymore
I'm no longer The timid child
In the playground Drawing my name into the sand
I've been thrown Into the ocean of treachery
And I've been shoved And thrashed about
So that I get no sleep, No peace So tell me then How can I dream
Of dreams anymore?
