Life is not a line—But a circle—
Twisting like the sun—Upon its axis—
Where dawn returns—Again—And again—
Bound by no clock—Nor by mind’s tether—
Perspective bends—A ribbon—Unraveled—
Yet whole—In its twist—And turn—
Horizons fold—Inward—Upon themselves—
Infinite—And brief—Simultaneously—
Our step forward—A backward glance—
Returning to where—We never—departed—
A spiral that is—And was—And will be—
Ever turning—Beyond time—And sense—
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Comments2
A beautiful view of time and space and love as well.
Beautiful
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