Mother Mushroom Nature

..standing under a WiSe Tree, its so free, just living, breathing easily, how nice that must be. Only burden is which, its left to perceive yet with no mouth to speak. If one could only tell tales, piece of living matter which isn't rooted to fail. Beautiful oak stand over me, protect me from this world which leads the human race to our own demise.. when will you find the time to hear the cries and rise?

time

.......
time elapsing,
unmasking the future.
only made apparent through tangible.
abrupt thoughts; life in the hands of a clock..suddenly into a new dimension of reality, the real situation, realization & now contemplation...
every min. is j/ the mathematical progression of intangible place of time in space.. forever in motion.. yesterday is gone, future must be awaited.. so the time is now.
your life is in the hands of time; in your hands..
your hands are a representation of time..
you cannot see time, but you can see its essence through the wrinkles on your hand...
map out the wrinkles on times main instructor..
i dont believe in the wasting of time...since time is just an illusion after all..
this world in full of illusions..
dnt give in,
just live.