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Posted: 08/16/2012 at 12:51pm
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Simplexity
Eternity sees what every hour.
Holds on minutes all have spent.
While past and future share their power.
By clocks that choose to be their friend.
A drop of water speaks about.
What all the sea has place to know.
In every ocean they have found.
The face that gives what all they hold.
The grain of sand that lives beyond.
A restless world and all its feet.
Finds many with their life upon.
The journey where they all can meet.
Eyes with vision on their heart.
Could choose the view they think to be.
The first or last of every part.
That’s woven in the things they see.
And in the ways that touch what is.
The make of all their place to be.
They share the reason why they give.
What’s been given there to be.
A poem by
Doug Foust
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Edited by Moderator on 03/14/2013 at 8:25am
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Topic: Simplexity
