Time Dispells
Always is a long, long time,
today is longer still
The beginning of what can never end,
consciousness distills
Tomorrow is the shortest time,
when looked at from today
And yesterday no time at all,
whose notion drifts away
Never is all time denied,
its twisted tongue proclaims
The ending to what can’t begin,
mindfulness disdains
Here is where the treadways cross,
all roads found turning in
And now the moment pre-ordained
—transcendence waits within
(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2020
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