Tic Toc

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Tic toc
Goes the clock
That binds us
All
In it's embrace
Where one may
Trace
It's workings
It's cogs
It's wheels-
To the center
Where we try
To steal
A little
Of the golden
Shine
Within this
Particular space
This particular
Time and clime, yes
We find
Ourselves
Delving
Deeper
Until the
Real workings
Make themselves
Known
Rising out
Of the unknown
Brilliant and true-
This I am
Relaying to you
From a voice
Of one from
Long, long,
Long ago
Who came to know
What flowed
From the center
Of time,
And that is
A golden dust
Released
From all the grindings
And workings
From all of us,
From the Divine-
In time, yes
A golden dust flows
From the center
In time
In time
A golden dust
Of love, love
Love

Song : ) as well now, thanks to Riffusion, if you care to listen. Link Below.
https://www.riffusion.com/song/54a35b53-9762-4674-b9ca-dec3267850df

In response, and inspired by a poem within the book, THE GIFT, Poems by HAFIZ, The Great Sufi Master, Translations by Daniel Ladinsky.

Certainly not to say I am a master or even an apprentice in any way of poetry or mystical insight—all is simply a creative endeavor to see what my own mind and heart may say of the poem, to try and put it into my own words, or simply to respond to the ideas set forth by HAFIZ, and translated by Daniel.

(My apologies, this footnote will be repeated as I intend, at least presently, to continue in this mode for awhile. I am quite curious how AI will interpret things and how I may work and play, tweek words and such to perhaps change the direction AI is taking, in the end, hopefully to make a dream worthwhile sharing.)