Where you forget to exist, your soul remembers to live

December 5, 2008 at 5:18 pm (Uncategorized)

The Suns and the seasons, they tell time true,
Hiding not one cosmic thought,
Leaves turn to fall and grass grows to burn,
Our world, it always turns.

So throw away all of your wind-up clocks,
They’re man-made and abstract, perils to thoughts.

With time out of sight, bring forth your mind,
And the minute hand, it stops.

Upon sweet surrender, find your lively place,
Where atomic ticks make no audible tocks.
Where you forget to exist, your soul remembers to live,
And it’s there you’ll wear a timeless face.

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