12 to remember on the Gift of Time

December is here and there are flashbacks and future forwards.  My inbox is crammed with messages from every retail outlet asking me to take advantage of so many exciting offers that will expire soon.  Time is ticking.  Time is fleeting.

Oh yes, we are so busy.  My importance to myself and to others is directly proportionate to the meetings on my calendar.

Yet another year is coming to an end.  Not any year but the year of the supposed Armageddon.  There are books, movies and even folks who are getting bunkers and emergency supplies in the event the prophecy comes to bear.  Whether we believe it or not, we have to reckon with accelerating change.

Just like we live with each breath, the passing of each year is significant as it is a reminder that we have survived 365 days, scars and all.

This month of gifting. Of giving and of receiving. Of stopping to review the year that has passed.  Of making a wish for the year ahead.  Give yourself the gift of Time.

Twelve On Time

Time flies faster if you cling to it
Time accelerates if you race against it
Time ages you rapidly when all is urgent
Time haunts the self obsessed
Time expires when life is imprisoned
Time drags you down when you live in the past

Time slows down when you are present
Time is amplified when you follow your dream
Time rewinds in the midst of kindness, gratitude and love
Time is energized by the sound of laughter
Time rejuvenates in music and art
Time lives forever when you leave a legacy

~Shaku Selvakumar December 2012

The Arrow of TimePicture courtesy vladimirkush.com
The Arrow of Time
Picture courtesy vladimirkush.com

2012

Ulysses: Picture courtesy Vladimir Kush

Drawing its last breath
The year was spent, teetering to its wintry descent
A ticker tape of headlines rushed past
Of disasters, milestones, pathos, celebration and feet of clay
Furious recollections of who finished first
Was it good for you, they asked
Did the sisters Fate have anything to say
Which seat at the table stays vacant today
Did the winds of change sweep you away
Leaving debris and packaging tape
So before we start all over again
May the Star light your path
And leave behind a glimmer of hope
To dampen the prophecy
Of the reckless cherub being birthed

—-© 2011 Shaku Selvakumar