Patience To Befriend Time

This poetic track is an invitation to cultivate patience and reflect on the beauty of allowing labours of love to grow organically, cherishing the process from seed to blossom, and honouring the devotion required to build something of value. Inspired by nature’s rhythms, it encourages us to create in line with our seasons—winter’s quiet depth as it fosters the roots that sustain summer’s vibrant bloom. Let this poem inspire you to trust the process.

This track is part of a series of 15 reflective poems on Insight Timer under the theme 'I Ask My Being,' each exploring an aspiration, its accompanying challenges, as well as observations to help find solace in the experience. Averaging around five minutes each, these poetic soliloquies are perfect for savasana, mindful walks, bedtime musings, and peaceful drives.

Each track features my narration, set to a neoclassical piano composition by Arash Behzadi.

Transcript

I ask for patience,

To befriend time,

To give space to my labors of love,

Not to rush or stunt their growth,

To cherish the transition from seed to blossom,

To know that building anything of value demands enduring devotion.

Nature abounds with works of art,

From sweet cherry trees to sandalwood,

Each taking years to yield its fruit and scent.

Yet,

I have caught myself courting the hubris of busyness,

Rushing the harvest.

Then,

Life has a way of slowing me down,

Interrupting the sprint between my doing and my doing.

I ask for patience,

To embrace such moments,

To view each delay as an opportunity for rest,

For play,

For unity,

To finish what I started,

To start what I intended,

To quiet my mind without feeling as though I am falling behind,

To sink into a liminal space and discover what lies on either side of the threshold,

To mandate self-care and,

With my bidding,

Be bold.

I ask for patience,

To create in harmony with my seasons,

Roll into my winter and see my world stripped down to timber,

Disentangle my roots,

Watch them grow deeper,

Till my summer,

When my spirit in full bloom,

Bears a display of all that I have cultivated in my cold.