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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© 2012, 2015 Betty Hayes Albright
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(a re-post)
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