It hit me the moment you said it:
“…For the time being...”
It was so much more than just ‘for now’.
It spoke of life:
Life in the being.
The Be-ing.
Gettit?
Being.
Not doing.
No-one ever says:
“For the time doing”
Being.
In the end,
Time is all we have.
Time is for being.
Our whole lives are simply
The
Time
Being
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
makes sense... well writen