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Aug 2020
Time is but a metaphor
           nothing exists but the now
           silence banishes every error
           tranquillity rests on the brow-

          the non-attaching, the non-wishing
          the self  in deepest peace it does anchor
          how abundance does abound in nothing
          the rose in bud knows when it should flower
Written by
Dr Peter Lim  M/Victoria, Australia
(M/Victoria, Australia)   
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