Whisper of Time

Time does not exist,
it is an illusion that dissolves
when you dwell in your sacred temple.

When you close your eyes
and merge with your inner goddess,
the clock stops,
and the eternal moment is born.

The golden egg,
cosmic seed suspended in your sky,
is the beginning of everything,
the origin of the universe you carry within.

At 11:11, the portals open
and the soul remembers its stellar dance.
Sun and moon hang from your ears
as a reminder that everything
occurs in perfect unity.

Don't run. Don't measure. Don't count.
Listen. Breathe. Receive.