We carve our words,
our paintings, sculptures,
music, dance
into the walls
of space and time
knowing one day
all will crumble down.
Even earth
will be consumed
by an aging sun someday.
But Cosmos gathers each creation,
weaves it into infinite Mind
where no thing is ever lost
except the empty shadow –
nothing really disappears,
not even love.
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Β© 2012, 2015Β Betty Hayes AlbrightΒ
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(a re-post)
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Love the sentiment expressed in the poem.
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Thank you, Charlie. π
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Like the footprints in the sand.
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Good example – the tide washes them away – or so it seems. π
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Especially love … π
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Indeed – “especially”!
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It’s all the (Cosmic) mind. π
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Neither here nor there, but always/everywhere. π
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Ben, thought I had replied to this. Thanks so much for the link – one of my favorite Beatles songs. π Ah, yes……!
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Beautifully expressed, Betty, and words of truth…β₯
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Thank you, Lauren – it’s great to hear from you! π
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