Tuesday, October 6, 2009



what is here
is of now
and shall be
no more

what came was
right for its time
and shall not return

nothing shall return
save memory to
catch fleeting moments
in fantasy

what you hold
is held by you
in its time

what is said
flies into the
cyclical current of
shifting winds

what begins in
innocence ends in
ignorance and delusion

the world belongs
to those who know
the vagaries of
time and chance

the world is denied
those who wait
for their moment

night belongs to
those who know the
continuity of silence
in tranquility and peace

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