Time is not tangible. It is always with us. It can be exhilarating, it can be cruel. We feel negative about it when we lose time. We are excited when we cannot wait to be somewhere. Time heals wounds. We have lots of time - or no time. Time runs out or ahead. I give you my time. Something is timeless. Being aware of time makes us grow older.
I am lying on the beach, listening to the sounds of waves. The island of shade from the umbrella protects me from the sun. All my senses are at rest and yet engaged at the same time. But time continues while I close my eyes; the shade wanders by and suddenly I feel the savage sun burning my skin.
"After a time of decay comes the turning point. The powerful light that has been banished returns, there is movement, but it is not brought about by force...the movement is natural, arising spontaneously. For this reason the transformation of the old becomes easy. The old is discarded and the new is introduced. Both measures accord with the time; therefore no harm results." - I Ching