Poetry : 21-09-2021
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Did you never note!
That nothing new ever happens!
The idea of anything new is, old.
Quite old, yet keeps reverberating,
In the Cosmic mind, and reflects,
Even so, in all the innumerable minds.
The individual mind is but farce!
The idea is catapulted into the instant,
And looks though as if, fresh and new,
Is ever so stale, old, redundant one.
Outdated, obsolete, and catches this moment,
Which is ever so spontaneous and fresh,
That never happens like a happening!
The idea keeps on living its life own,
A quasi-temporal existence, caught in,
Stretched out in between past and future.
One is memory, the other is in reflection.
That causes the illusion of a happening!
Hold onto this very present moment, now,
Devoid of past, future, memory and thought!
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