When you're doing what you love, you never ask, "What's the time?" You never look at your watch and say, "Honey, it's time to go." That is a lie and you know it.
It's never time to go when you're being You. Time only happens on clocks and cell phones; it's just an excuse to leave the places you never wanted to go. You're always too late or too early when you don't know what you love.
Just because some 12th Century monk decided to ring a bell every hour, you don't have to keep nervously glancing at your I-Phone, or get trapped in you day-timer.
How can you be late when you're already here, where bliss led you slowly to the center of the galaxy by a string of heartbeats?
Seconds, hours and days dissolve in this big empty zero of Presence. Those electric digits and dots on your clock all melt into the stars accelerating through the cobalt distance, smothered in oceans of downy silence.
Just repose right here in the moment before creation, doing what you love without haste, while everyone rushes in circles around you, trying to keep up with your stillness.
Let your eyes tell them what time it really is, now.
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