The Flow of Time

Breathe,

as moments stretch and soften,

like water tracing its path,

gentle, unhurried,

finding its way.

Pause,

in the golden slant of light,

where shadows shift,

their quiet dance

folding the hours.

Feel,

the rhythm of the earth turning,

a pulse beneath your feet,

steady as tides,

pulling you into stillness.

Rest,

where the air hums low,

and each passing second

is a gift,

an open hand

holding all you need.

Breathe again,

let time drift with you,

not rushing,

but flowing—

soft, endless, whole.