My friend,listen carefully to the message of time
which unfolds its ineluctable canvas .
You are like a dizzy spirit through all the temptations of the world.
Glory , gold and love are ephemeral things
and you don't see that on fate's clock, the hours are ticking ...
The severe angel of judgment stands by your couch
so similar to your shroud ...
The day has already come but your deaf to the signs,
lost in the perversity of senses...
When man and woman become one ,
rich and poor are confused ,
animals revered as gods ,
the fool instructs the man of reason
and prophets rise from the grave
heralding the twilight of time...
Centuries will pass like years
years running like months
hours appearing as minutes
minutes elapsing in seconds...
And the last second will be eternity .
So my friend ,sitting on the banks of the river ,
the flow will stop .
And you know, you've arrived .
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So true when the flow, clocks, traffic all stop you have indeed reached the end. A most interesting write of what is of value is not material things but time itself. It can not be purchased at any cost.
Does the end have a continuity ?
Yes Lorenz it flow like the time from hours to minutes make a stream and so does the poem
This poem is filled with wisdom and sounds like a warning, like the voice of a prophet speaking from the very heart of eternity.
I always say I am just a medium !
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