Trust

Find me love

Our time is in our heart. At least it quite often seems to. Our time also shakes our heart. At least it often seems to. Sometimes we struggle and sometimes we don’t. At least it seems to. Sometimes we lose what we call trust in time. It seems to. We would not find us getting lost in time - fighting to fight, showing to show, stopping to stop. Seems to. To easy to get lost. Find me heart.

From the first moment on earth, our heart and our time travels with us. It loves us and we stay connected to it. To easy to remember. A beat to beat; a beat in a beat. Love to be loved. Connected.

Time is beat, rhythm, a machine. An energy we give space in us. We follow our beat, it’s in us, and we struggle; and we stumble upon it. Stubbornly we walk — to fast or to slow. Sometimes we jump out of a fast train, by misjudging our heartbeat — our connection to life and time.

Our song is in us.

What rhythm and song are you listening to?

My friend on your beautiful planet, share with me your song.

Find me time

I travel with you. And you travel with me. Unknown moments connecting us. We are too slow to see and too fast to hear. Often, it seems, you travel with me unheard. Yet: You, the life, love me and I love you.

Time, I miss you. My mother gave me to you. She gave me time. I miss the rhythm that once connected us. I lost it in the moments after. Eager to be.

Now, I am back to share with you.

What are the moments we keep forgetting?

My friend connect and share your heartbeat with the world. We wait for your rhythm. Share.