Thousands Enter Your Court
Most live in a constant state of comparison.
Thousands enter your court each day,
where you judge.
How many things though get
your personal attention
to the extent you might speak to them
or place your hand against their body?
Names and forms are drowning before me
dissolving in the Ocean of Light
what should I do,
when a door is now open?
Very few people get your complete attention and personal affection. Time is the most precious gift you give someone. Virtually everything, within reason, is unlimited. The materialistic things certainly are, and more money can be come by if one works harder or longer, and Love knows no time to begin with. When people say time is precious, the distinct realization is that we associate gem-quality with finiteness.A few year ago I started loving the witty one-liners by Jarod Kintz and was equally excited when he tweeted me back. In his book I Should Have Renamed This he writes: “If you only had 48 hours left to live, would you spend it like you normally spend your weekends? If not, why spend 2/7th of your life wasting your free time? After all, free time isn’t free. Free time is the most expensive time you have, because nobody pays for it but you. But that also makes it the most valuable time you have, as you alone stand to reap the profits from spending it wisely.”
That's so true and I've begun to think of love like that as well. Love means you want to spend all your free time with that person...that it isn't a chore, but a comfort. That you find yourself more awakened and alive in their presence than you are in their absence. The time that is yours is willingly given to them because with their love, your life is enriched. If you live to be 80 years old, you’ll have lived about 700,000 hours. That’s it. Isn't that shocking?! Mind-blowing almost. I'm sure my guess would have been millions of hours for the average human lifespan. But it isn't, we're only granted so much time - and usually not enough at that.
Kahlil Gibran said: "Do not seek your friend in your hours to spare, seek him in your hours to live."
For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed. - Gibran