Is time standing still?

Today time seemed to fly by, and I was busied with trifling things, not paying attention to the significant, the "most important" business, namely to act, to arise, to move! I had had my usual morning prayer and meditation session, but then something sidetracked me. I must have come to read something interesting. Then an email arrives, and I'm answering that. I sent off a number of communications, some administrative, others to friends. The latter isn't very effective. It's better with direct contact (like phoning or visiting). I did my washweek's duties, cleaning the common areas. Anyway, suddenly it was 6 pm!

Bahá'u'lláh poignantly advises us: "O SON OF DUST! Be not content with the ease of a passing day, and deprive not thyself of everlasting rest...Up from thy prison ascend unto the glorious meads above..." (Hidden Words, 2nd part, #39)

This must be the plane of sacrifice, where we enter uncertainty, and spontaneously arise to fulfill our most urgent duties (in contrast with our less urgent, often menial ones). 'Abdu'l-Bahá tells us:

"Until a being setteth his foot in the plane of sacrifice, he is bereft of every favor and grace...The martyr’s field is the place of detachment from self, that the anthems of eternity may be upraised. Do all ye can to become wholly weary of self, and bind yourselves to that Countenance of Splendours; and once ye have reached such heights of servitude, ye will find, gathered within your shadow, all created things. This is boundless grace; this is the highest sovereignty; this is the life that dieth not. All else save this is at the last but manifest perdition and great loss."

(Selections From the Writings of ‘Abdu’l-Bahá, #36)

When we sacrifice ourselves in this manner, time doesn't stand still any longer. Instead, we move with it.