But time does not exist, and here’s the proof:
The past is gone, the future isn’t here.
This leaves the present moment, that I fear
Is so small, it has already removed
Itself. And so eternity is all
There is. Our lives are short but they don’t go;
They stay forever past - last winter’s snow.
We were, and that can’t change, although a ball
Of fire consumes both earth and universe.
To live is all, so love it like I do,
And love your fellow man in Timbuktu;
That is religion, both chapter and verse.
A line unbroken, with no start and end,
Declares that I am everybody’s friend.
Mon 25 Sep 2006
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