O at the Edges

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In Praise of Time

Posted on April 9, 2022 by robert okaji

In Praise of Time

We marvel that so much
produces only
more of the same,

increased yet
diminished, no two
alike yet never

differing, earth to
soil, glacier to rain,
stardust to morning,

open, filled, wasted,
lost, killing, preserving,
making more, wanting.

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4 thoughts on “In Praise of Time”

drkottaway on April 9, 2022 at 8:38 am said:

I like the sufi thought that all longing is praise of the Beloved.

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- robert okaji on April 9, 2022 at 2:39 pm said:
  
  I like to think that we all share something in common.
  
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1drycrik on April 9, 2022 at 3:44 pm said:

Bullseye !

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- robert okaji on April 10, 2022 at 4:08 pm said:
  
  Thank you!
  
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