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