Wednesday, December 31, 2014


     From what I read, there’s an eternity:
     Just as in space there’s an infinity,
     Likewise in time there is no far extreme
     Where warmly beckoning lights no longer gleam.

     Time marches on or flies apace always
     As counted out in eons or in days.
     “Time out of mind” means more than we suppose
     Explaining literally how it arose,

     For Mind is all there is, and out of thought
     The universe of space and time was wrought.
     This Mind is an astounding cosmic womb
     Or garden where the universe can bloom.

          The more, then, that we can align with Mind
          We’ll comprehend for what we are designed.