"recuring" poems
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?
Nov 5, 2010
Nov 5, 2010 at 7:16 PM UTC
These words againts no one,
except me
Mind your own pleasure,
dont convince the other
May 15, 2021
May 15, 2021 at 12:49 PM UTC