Perfect timing is a concept -- there is no beginning, no end. We only feel perfect timing when we feel it in ourselves. But what is perfect timing if you can't define it? Is it when you tread carefully on the unmarked path so as to not crush the little flowers nor leave a footprint behind? Is it when you start to savor the cool crisp air that you just inhaled or the fresh scent of damp earth mixed with old fallen leaves? Is it when you begin to be cognizant of the songs the birds have been singing so proudly without an audience or the sound of your own beating heart? Is it when you realize your true inner presence in sync with the majesty of Gods creations?
"When a man moves away from nature, his heart becomes hard" Lakota