I decided to make peace.
While I enjoyed memories of the past,
I looked forward to the future,
Something about the present kept telling me this will pass,
Glimpses of the past and
Dreams of the future made me hold on…
Hold on I did, but they fooled me,
I was just stuck,
It was such a haze,
A complete illusion.
There needs to be more to it than just such days.
Will this ever end?
A hymn of life,
A hum of destiny,
A painting so old,
Yet some luster of gold,
Leaving a promise of a story,
Painted in the past,
Colored with our presence,
Speaking to us in its glory,
Reflecting our time tomorrow.
Will our perception change,
If we make peace?
beautiful capture of the strange unfolding of time – the nature of “being” outside its limits, even as we are bound by it in our daily experience. beautiful!
Thank you Colleen, you really explained the notion of my post quite eloquently! Thank you again! X
I’m glad I didn’t read into it something you didn’t intend! 🙂 It spoke eloquently to me of these ideas!
I wouldn’t have explained it better! I’m glad it resonates…it is what I intended to express.
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Peace be with you.
You too. Namaste
🙂
Wonderful ❤
Thank you❤️