Time has no time

Time has no time
for the time,
it flows around
the nothingness of being,
around the centre of all life.

Time knows no standstill,
except in the living moment,
in the presence of being,
in motionless stillness,
in the flow of everything and nothing.

Time bears blossoms
of minutes and seconds,
in constant motions,
flowing changes
in the stream of life.

Time, like passing clouds
in the firmament of being,
has no time
for time,
turning over day and night.

Anonymous writer

Moving spirit?

The spirit wanders through the time
leaves traces a million times over,
behind the living moment,
as created shadows,
flowing echoes,
copied memories,
on the stage of time.

Or is it the other way round?
The spirit stands still
while time and life passes it by.

Anonymous author