Sometimes things need to simmer,
If we stir the pot too early,
The flavors will never intermingle,
To create something rich, complex and new.
We are taught to get on with things,
Moving further and flying higher,
Needing to seek the stars,
And touch the moon,
Before broken wings heal.
We say, there’s no time for gleaning meaning,
Or for feelings reconsidered…
But can time truly fly by?
Or is time an illusionary condition,
Superseded by Higher love’s
This love akin to an invisible
Siamese twin, that belongs to us,
And waits on us alone,
Contentedly inseparable from our side,
Even if eternity itself got up,
And sped right by.