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Friday, December 25, 2015

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There is Motion,
Created by Cause
Reaching towards an effect
Stuck in Transition.

Struggling,
The universe moves
From Stillness to Stillness,
A tree born of seed, to birth fruit wherein the seed sleeps,

An infant crawling to manhood,
A star burning to glow,
A sacrificial fire, the medium between deity and host.


Existence hurtles on,
As Time keeps score,
Unable to focus past the constant Present
Relentlessly egged on by the past
Repeatedly cheated by an elusive future,
Too blind in its drive to see,
Unable to realize
That its search is a deceit
So it can never really find

That stillness which it desperately seeks.

6 comments:

  1. A tree born of seed, to birth fruit wherein the seed sleeps.

    my favourite line. how do u think so deep. loved it.

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  2. 'the journey is the destination'?

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    1. Haha...to put it simply, i guess :P
      Who knows, this may be IT for us. :)

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  3. Existence hurtles on,
    As Time keeps score.....liked

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    1. Thank you :)
      Do you have a blog i can read?

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