The passing of Time is like the sunlight
That breaks through the dark clouds
And illuminates the hills and mountains
In the distance.

Time is like the shadows that trace
The contours of perfectly imperfect landscapes
That appear mysterious
To the distant eye.

Time be the ripples of rivers, seas, oceans…
Never the same,
Constantly on the move.
The energy reabsorbed —
Into the immense Everythingness
Of all that exists.

The clouds are Time, the sky, the stars…
Every living and inanimate thing are all Time…
Time encompasses all,
And all exists because of Time.

To answer one’s innermost questions,
One must turn to Time.