I may constantly cry that I need more time, but actually time needs more of me - more of our spacious, uninterrupted timeless time to live out and understand both its extraordinary depths and its incalculable far off horizons.

Time needs me: needs me to live through all its many appearances, to give it life and amplitude.

Time is not slipping through our fingers, time is here forever, it is we who are slipping through the fingers of time.

Time

is on our side, time is not our enemy, time is our greatest friend. If we can come to know time in its own intimate, unfolding way and not through the abstract measure we have made of it, time starts to grant a greater, more spacious, more elemental and even eternal freedom to every mortal, seemingly time-bound human life.