A Poem for to-day.

A Poem for to-day.
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Neither you move, nor moves the time, 
Neither the screen moves nor moves the light, 
It is the film that moves all along, 
And there are 'the end'-s and there are 'the start'-s. 
Imposing continuity where there is none,
Thought spins a story, casts past and future.
Getting then trapped in its own cobweb,
Thought seeks release from itself.
If this fact is seen with attention,
That thought is but a pattern,
The thinker too dissolves with thought,
And the Reality stands revealed.
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