Time

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Time is not real; it never existed and never will.Time past, is gone forever because it wasn’t there to begin with!

You will find a Great Void in the space between two thoughts and the pause between two breaths; in that Void of Silence, time vanishes.

Only your inner-state is real; when you are joyful time passes quickly and when in pain, time slows down.

Think about your own life-span, although you are now an adult, you might remember so much of your past vividly, as if the space of time between then and now were an illusion.

Line up four of your pictures from the time you were four, fourteen, twenty four, and now. Look into those eyes and you will find the same Soul.

When a handsome ladies’ man turns old, his eyes and mind remain young, as if nothing has changed; it is only the appearance of his aging body that no longer fits his routine!

Time is elastic, meaning that you can either fit a few chores into an hour or stuff dozens of chores into the same time-slot. On days that you only have a couple of things to do, you might consume your entire day with just a couple of chores. On pressured days that are packed with critical tasks, you wind up accomplishing everything within the same space of time.

What we call a lifetime is an album of recollections—moments of love, courage and faith, events, challenges, rags to riches, etc.. It is only when we paste these mental images together, that we come up with a continuum of time.

Meanwhile, everything in life has its own time. Life is made up of cycles that begin and end like the ebb and flow of the sea. These life-cycles are organized by the wisdom of Natural Law rather than the movement of the minute-hand on the face of a clock.

A life well spent is the best, most peaceful, loving and enjoyable life in between the time we are born and the time we die.

Till Eternity

Kambiz Naficy

https://www.youtube.com/user/KambizNaficy

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Tree

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See the tree near you; he is old, touch the creases on His bark.

He has watched men of power come and go

Patiently,

he has seen women of beauty leave and transform into stars.

Walk over and ask His permission

Embrace His trunk and seek shelter

Let his shade and wisdom grow to be your sanctuary.

 

Some day He will watch you leave

They might even bury you under his roots

So that you can repay Him

So that his shade and wisdom

can some day

befriend your children and grandchildren.

Blessings

Kambiz Naficy

 

 

 

 

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Stop!

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Day after day, you wake up, tumble out of your dreams, for a moment believing that your dreams were true, and then you realize that you were just dreaming.

Each morning you reach and hold her soft, warm hand, assuming that her embrace will be there each morning, and that all you have to do is reach.

You say goodbye, you go to work for your dream-life; thinking that she will be happy when you realize your dreams; you come home and late at night you both hug and whisper in the dark, “sweet dreams.”

It is hard to stop and notice isn’t it?

To notice that time doesn’t stop, and hair is turning gray, and children are now grownups, that dreams realized become habit once more.

Stop!

And notice the beauty that you have built. Notice how many steps your feet have taken to get here, and how much blood has travelled your veins until your son turned twenty.

Smell your home and acknowledge that you have earned it; say “good boy” as you plop down on a comfortable seat . Smell the soft skin of the one still dreaming on her pillow; and give thanks to the other One who lent you energy, hope, and courage to shape this life.

God Speed

Kambiz Naficy

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