Time is the medium in which we dance with life. Time is another expression of the Tao. It’s invisible. You can look at a clock but you can’t see time. Same way you can look at the world, the cloak of the Tao but you can’t see the Tao. It’s there though. If it wasn’t nor would we be. Same as time. Without it, we only have the medium of space in which to carry out the experiments of our lives. If there was no time, everything would happen in space at the same moment thus causing a huge pile up of matter and there’d be no room to move. Perhaps that’s how it was in the beginning, when the Tao was still just the uncarved block but then it manifested the medium of time and bit by bit, drip-fed itself through into being as material reality. Who knows. We don’t. But we do know how to dance with time, if we let ourselves remember.
Firstly there’s no rush, so relax and slow down. Secondly there’s nothing to be afraid of (so relax and slow down). Thirdly, be confident, take time in your arms and let it lead you round the floor. Fourthly keep rhythm by relaxing, remaining mindful of your breathing, keeping it an even tempo, varied according to the beat you feel in your soul. Fourthly be sensual in your dance and melt into the pleasure of being held close by time and by the universal power informing it. Fifthly, which is really an extension of the first point, be extremely patient and surrender to each moment as if it’s the greatest gift life has so far bestowed on you, because it is.
And as you dance always hold clear your intention of where and how you wish the dance to lead you, presumably to fields of jasmine scented pleasure and profound fulfilment in all respects or versions thereof, for what you intend in this way will gradually manifest of itself.
Yet as it manifests, in order to maintain perspective, lest you get carried away by the thrill of the myth you’re creating, always remember that no matter how glorious, no matter how fulfilling, in the face of eternity, it’s like a speck of dust floating on the breeze.
May the breeze be sweet-scented and warm on your back and may it waft you to beautiful places today, tonight and through the weekend.