One Constant Cosmos

The past brought me here,
to this circle,
of us,
our spirits, sentient beings,
our gurus,
constant flux,
of this precious moment,
But the past is now gone,
shed each day,
into a new wonderland,
“Paint anything on this canvas”, it says
“I will soon take it away, into another realm
where only, the beautiful stay”,
don’t think of time as waves,
its no objectifiable sequence,
Not in its trough,
but in the pinnacle of the swell,
surging surfing today,
What you do, what you say,
travels in circles,
around everything that may,
until its eventide,
And what has, that too escapes.
Make or break, it all evaporates.

© soulreserve 2015

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