The fluidity of time is a marvel
It can trickle thru fingers like sand
Drown out thoughts like an avalanche
Sweep one away in a moment
Can be as surprising as a flash flood
Yet as tranquil as a swollen river
Time and thought are both interwoven
An intricate dance occurs between the two
the self being the dancer
but the true dancer is one
who appreciates the beauty of the absence of motion
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