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Nov 2010
The wheel of time is like a giant clock
in this circular physical world
and its spokes are the second,
minute and hour hands that
continuously seem to move within it
and propel it forward in one direction
as perceived through the hub of our awareness
which witnesses the recuring phenomenon
and flux of life in its various stages of
birth, youth, maturity, old age and death.
What of the afterlife and rebirth then?
Private Collection - written in 2009-10
Written by
George Krokos  73/M/Melbourne, Victoria, Aust
(73/M/Melbourne, Victoria, Aust)   
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