Traveling through time
I pass through various events of life
Without least awareness of the journey
Because in time everything changes
Time does not.
As I grow in time
I perceive things differently
Each stage a revelation
And a vision renewed.
The mystery of time seeded in birth
Accompanies each throughout life
Crossing the five sensorial experiences
Leaving impression that moulds the thought.
I know I am the same entity from birth
Why must I feel the dearth,
And, revel continuously in my senses?
Yet still contentment evades me often.
This endlessness is indeed a mystery
To speak of it, language flows not
To experience it, the mind wills not
The embrace it, the heart dares not
This endlessness is indeed a mystery.
In the sprouting seed
I see expansion passes gracefully
A gentle rise in time which carries patience
Sign of divine providence.
The seed vanished in time
Swallowed by earth
Giving birth to a tree.
I pass by nonchalantly
With soul gripping senses
Time remains, I change.
As my somnolence continues
In stagnation without impunity,
Mysteriously beyond conception.
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