Time

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You touch everything;

Yet you remain untouched;

What is the mystery are you, O time?

Some say you exist;

Some say you are not;

Yet you are the witness;

Of every movement;

What is the mystery are you, O time?

You, the only witness of all desires;

You, the only predator of all life longings;

You, the only question;

You, the only answer;

What is the mystery are you, O time?

What makes you so patient;

To witness the cosmic play?

What makes you so standstill;

To witness the birth and death of all inclinations?

Who is the progenitor?

And who is progeny under your arms?

What is the mystery are you, O time?

Every shadow of life;

Lives under your yoke;

Each leap of heaven and hell;

Is lead towards your shore;

Each knows you;

Yet forgets you;

What is the mystery are you, O time?