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Let Me Count The Moments In An Air Of Timelessness 2 comments

Eternity: Counting the Moments in an Air of Timelessness — Image by kenne

It is the clock that
counts the moment —
the sum of all
clocks ticking
in circles
spiraling
in an air
of timelessness
is eternity.

— kenne

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It is time to explain myself—let us stand up.
What is known I strip away,
I launch all men and women forward with me into the Unknown.
The clock indicates the moment—but what does eternity indicate?
We have thus far exhausted trillions of winters and summers,
There are trillions ahead, and trillions ahead of them.
Births have brought us richness and variety,
And other births will bring us richness and variety.
I do not call one greater and one smaller,
That which fills its period and place is equal to any.

— from Song of Myself by Walt Whitman

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Painting An Indian Paintbrush 4 comments

Image by kenne

Indian Paintbrush
by
Bob MacKenzie

Like flames, I think,
as I reach toward them,
reach toward Eternity,
where they hang
on the edge:
flames hung
out there between
the open heaven
above the open
earth below.

All around,
the Gods of the Rockies
watch
as I hang there,
one hand grasping
some scrawny pine,
its root straining
the loose soil lifting,
my other hand, left,
somewhere in Eternity
grasping a handful
of fire.

Up toward your smile
I climb
with my blazing trophy,
place it carefully
at your feet
as you lean back
against the mountain
like some goddess
of the earth.