Time, a word created by man to cover a non tangible transition from one event to the next.Time flies when we are having fun, It drags when we are bored. At what point do we transition from ...I cant wait to grow up...to... where did the time go ?I remember when.... Where am I going with this? As I ate dinner tonight the last day of February, it seems like last week I was eating Thanksgiving dinner. So, as Feb. ends and March begins.. Where did the month go? I have no poem of my own today. From time to time i read the words of Zen Masters For the the time to fly we fail to see that which goes on around us Stop and look around you Look out from that frame less window of a long pause Let the images come to you, rather than you chasing them. Allow yourself to reorient so that you are no longer pulled along by the chain of events. If you want to see differently you have to look differently from Journeys on Mind Mountain