Keeper Of The Flame
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 Only An Afterglow

There is no in, there is no out,
There is no up nor down.
There's only the faintest hint
Of the echo of a sound.

There is no good, there is no bad,
There is neither rich nor poor.
There is nothing that was last,
And nothing has gone before.

There was no start, there is no end,
There's no middle and no past.
There is no part, there is no whole,
Nothing scattered or amassed.

There is no black, there is no white,
There is no rhyme nor reason.
There is no warm, there is no cold,
There no longer is a season.

There is no you, there is no me,
There is no they or them.
There is no sky, there is no sea,
They were dispersed on a whim.


What you think, you see, or feel
Is an illusion, nothing is real.
All things departed long ago.
What's left is a nebulous afterglow.....

May 8, 2014

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