than before

Remnants of the past
Spill onto the floor
In silence and in wonder
My restless eyes watch
What was, slide into what is,
And back to the past again
Oh! To travel thru this plain
Of timelessness
Patterns and swirls and nothing
Nothing! The very body of truth
And light
I’m lost now to the turning tides
And I’m more for it than before

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