Thursday, November 29, 2012

TIME (Harmony Of Head And Heart By Moe Hein)



A thing
never moving backward
but forward
to an endless journey.

A thing
giving birth and grooming all
for existence.

And the very thing
crushing all, second by second,
out of existence.

This doer - undoer
leaves behind a past as vestiges.
Builds the present
which is nothing but a mirage.
And shapes the future
which is anything but certainty

Is time
seemingly eternal yet ever fleeting
a magic of life?

(From Poems On Life)

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