Time

A ticking clock on the wall, as the earth orbits the sun. The moon dances around the earth causing the waters to rise and fall. We seem to pass from spring to fall without knowing the difference.  

You see once a man came to me, saying he was on a quest. He wanted to find the way to get his time back. He had gone to scientists of all kinds trying to find a way. He had consulted priests and prophets and psychics of every branch.  

I had some field time in the paranormal; I know the occult very well. It seemed he had ten notebooks filled already what more could I say.  

He knew about black holes and of bends in space, worm holes and time machines were no mystery to him.  

A ticking clock on the wall, as the earth orbits the sun. The moon dances around the earth causing the waters to rise and fall. We seem to pass from spring to fall without knowing the difference.  

What more could I say to this man? I could say there was no point in trying to recover lost time. But why would I lie? And I could say he was being stupid and selfish and that he should live for the future. But something about the way he held those notebooks so intently waiting for my reply told me, he had nothing more to live for.  

A ticking clock on the wall, as the earth orbits the sun. The moon dances around the earth causing the waters to rise and fall. We seem to pass from spring to fall without knowing the difference.  

“Come with me,” I said. And he followed well, like a man on a mission. He would have killed a tiger to follow me.  

Finally we came to a tree in the woods, it was the biggest one for miles around.  

“Oh elder one,” I said to the tree. “This man seeks your advice; he wishes to know how to get his time back.”  

The man looked at me, as if I were nuts. And after everyone he had visited on his quest that was saying a lot. But soon the tree responded his voice like the singing of the wind.  

He said; “young one what you seek you already have. Time can be put in a box if you wish it to. I live in the past and the present and also the future. If you want to be in another time then simply go.”  

And when I turned around the man was gone. Into time and space.  

I still wonder to this very day if he knew that the greatest gift off all was right in front of him. A gateway too many things; but on that day after he left that tree and me, did not wonder of such things we simply sang.  

A ticking clock on the wall, as the earth orbits the sun. The moon dances around the earth causing the waters to rise and fall. We seem to pass from spring to fall without knowing the difference….  

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