no more a slave to old man Chronos
no clock on the kitchen wall
no calendar in the hall or days designated as
one more special from any other
no more means of measuring progress
or the lack thereof
acknowledging only its usefulness in the
managing of menial tasks, a timer begotten
from that time I'd forgotten to turn off the
hose and emptied the 5000 gallon water
tank (for which the garden was grateful,
so see no worry)
kept in step by the internal tictoc,
the Cosmic clock
knowing that the most profound experiences
arise spontaneously, unbidden,
from the Timeless