standing still counting time

Soon to reach the 65th year, what does it mean?

Witnessing this November moment.
Regal cat stares out at the lake.
Snowy Egret looks for next meal.
The Kingfisher dives snatching a meal.

How many moments are there in a lifetime?
Billions or just one? Endless interdependent moments,
each one connected to the next expressing it all.
Counting them is impossible and useless!

Not caught up in thinking.
Just being, each breath counts.
I won’t waste time counting time,
Standing still in the emptiness of time.


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