Time is timeless and constant
Monday to Sunday
January to December
2000 to 3000
Night to morning
Winter to summer
It’s just repetition of something
Just the way our brain
Play the same memory record again and again
Something spouts somewhere
A mushroom
A flower
A plant
A cloud
A human
And one day it all ends
But the record of life in the background
Goes on and on and on…
We cannot hold the time
We can only imagine to hold on to it
With our tiny repetitive memories
Lived by n number of people
Who already left the earth
Time is just an illusion
Created by us
To not fall in the black hole of present
Because it’s always was present, will be present and is present
ZenYatra 