Past Is Now

The entirety of a life experience is
Bound and unbound in the strings of it's being,
A river is composed of many streams
For origins are unable to betray their destinations,
On the surface of things there is an illusion of appearance
Underneath substance is forever changing and unchanging,
Death is the shadow cast upon seeking souls in transit
Looking forward one eventually sees the past is now,
Love is the only power that may never be stolen
The will is a field, the sea, the sky spreading and contracting,
Wisdom is the love of spirit growing
Into the one living all beyond ourselves....



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2014-08-07 at 15:22

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