Life Passes Like A Ghost Ship
Life Passes Like A Ghost Ship, Adrift, Amidst the Mists Of Time
and Whisks back into the Ether of Everlasting Light,
Slipping Through the Fray of Death and Dust
to bring back the Wisdom from Above,
though the ticking drifts and shifts the Hourglass
Nothing Is Lost, All Is Eternal in the Aftermath
Into the Mists of the Seas Of Life
where the Infinite intertwines with the Finite,
and brings back to Shore the Keys Of Mastery
Conquering the Illusions of Duality,
and the Sacred Rises above The Beyond, As ONE
and sets upon The Graveyard Of Broken Ships, As The SUN
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