gopika jadeja wrote:

> I read somewhere that all time exists and all thought
> exists.


     If space and time, as sages say,
            Are things that cannot be,
     The fly that lives a single day
            Has lived as long as we.
     But let us live while yet we may,
            While love and life are free,
     For time is time, and runs away,
            Though sages disagree.

     The flowers I sent thee when the dew
            Was trembling on the vine
     Were withered ere the wild bee flew
            To suck the eglantine.
     But let us haste to pluck anew
            Nor mourn to see them pine,
     And though the flowers of life be few
            Yet let them be divine.

                                     [TSE, June 1907]