Unborn

 

The past but a memory resurrected in presence
The future unknown, a conjecture at best
The present abiding for but a moment
Arising as combined experience manifest

A lapse in perception, easily led astray
Mesmerized and attached we follow the storm
Believing what we see to be inherently true
Remaining aware and apart we observe the unborn.

 

 

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