Time

12:16 PM 8 Dec 2014 Time is so far away. Yesterday tomorrow and today. Dose it really exist at all? Or is it merely an illusion to keep man from feeling small? In this universe of infinite material existence, are we recycled with everything else. Our spiritual being is the only thing that is real, our true self. Never dieing or changing form. Only learning from experience to experience and time is nothing but a passing storm.

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Donna Jones

Date: 1/4/2015 2:53:00 PM

Love the line our spiritual being is the only thing that is real...well..the whole poem..but especially that...life passes fast and how we treat our true self matters...lovely poem

Jasonpoet Boyd
Date: 1/8/2015 3:19:00 PM

Most people see themselves as a body with a soul. But we are really souls with a body. The body is our vehicle for living here. When the body dies we are released to face eternity either with God or in hell. But either way we are eternal.

Jan Allison

Date: 12/28/2014 5:44:00 PM

deep thought provoking write Bobb - the final couplet speaks volumes - hope you and Willow had a lovely Christmas:-) Hugs Jan xx