TIME-OUT!
Time for the race
to call time-out,
the human race, that is.
Lovers or killers?
Quintessence of dust
or paragon of animals?
Can walk and talk,
sing and dance,
laugh and cry,
but cannot fly.
Time to stop and consider:
the wholeness of the fraction,
the always of now,
the never of nothing,
neither words nor worlds
have a ticket to eternity,
but only Being does.
Perhaps, it’s too ambitious
to expect this of the masses,
but even a few
will do.
Maybe me,
how ‘bout you?
January 13, 2010
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