time is not a commodity that we can cook & store in jars for later use. we cannot condense space into a small cube for eventual expansion, neither can we press smiles between the pages of a book to set free at our whim, like butterflies from a cage. we are essentially helpless, yet with sincere intent to live kindly in this peopled world. we feed & cuddle our high aspirations every day, & they snuggle up to us at night. i am awaiting Your instructions, Shiva, holding out my hand to You to guide me inward to the heart & onward to beyond.