And an astronomer said, “Master, what of Time?“
And he answered:
“You would measure time the measureless
and the immeasurable.
You would adjust your conduct and even direct the course
of your spirit according to hours and seasons.
Of time you would make a stream upon whose
bank you would sit and watch its flowing.
Yet the timeless in you is aware of life’s timelessness,
And knows that yesterday is but today’s memory
and tomorrow is today’s dream.
And that that which sings and contemplates in you is
still dwelling within the bounds of that first moment
which scattered the stars into space.
Who among you does not feel that
his power to love is boundless?
And yet who does not feel that very love,
though boundless, encompassed
within the centre of his being, and moving
not form love thought to love thought,
nor from love deeds to other love deeds?
And is not time even as love is,
undivided and paceless?
But if in you thought you must measure time into seasons,
let each season encircle all the other seasons,
And let today embrace the past with remembrance
and the future with longing.”