Time Ceases, At Least Slows? Poem by Chuy Amante

Free yourself of its illusory passing, Fill yourself without its harassing.- - - - - - - - -Yes, I must follow it.Loved.

You have written the key to my life, on the opposite side almost. Whenever I write poetry, I write the time I start a poem and time I stop writing it, have always done this. It makes every moment count and I'm so used to time passing, that it doesn't matter, it's just another poem going out to the universe, I forget about the time. Life is much calmer within. Nothing matters outside of writing the poem, don't care about time outside it.

Ah! Think you're on to something here! Have you ever noticed when you're running late for something if you keep glancing at the clock you end up being late or getting there with no time to spare. But if you stay calm, ignore the clock you always make it with a few minutes to spare? Or am I the only one this happens to? Lol.