Dreams are patches of the past and present Under the direction of logic woven together Traces of feelings and experiences Symbols and patterns of lived life…
We travel through time Or time travels through us Drips tenaciously along Unfolds an eternal change Leaves traces Stops in our memory Drops an anchor In every moment Only to pull it in again Within the very moment
The eternal change Passes like clouds Past the unchangeable As a white sail Along the horizon of our being
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