Tuesday, March 9, 2010

I hang in the balance
in every instant of living

each moment enclosed and eternal
dying away into the next new-born moment

dying away into the next and the next--

strung out between the dualities of creation
I swing on this line--this false time buffeting like a wind

and ever--my only measure is my own endurance--

Content (c) 2008-2010 Philip Milito.

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