Friday, July 3, 2020
This Day
This day once was a dream -
Turned ‘round, by mind, like a fine jewel.
Filled with hopes, plans and fears.
A newformed clay brick, set out in the sun.
This day becomes today -
Lived, in mind & body, with presence or without.
Challenged every moment, to be or to be not.
A self-made shelter, ‘neath the sun and sky.
This day will be a memory -
Storied, through mind, both false and true.
Conveniently remembered or forgotten.
An old brick weathering in the wind.
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Just a few thoughts about the mystery of time.
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