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Images of past arise
Thoughts of future die
Tomorrow, yesterday
always now they say.
Bodies, ticking seconds
Illusions beckon
The Luminous essence
Exists in our presence
Ocean deep, vast as sky
Minus all that is an I
Phenomena a speck of dust
All but one turn to rust
In an atom a universe
Impossible to disperse
In each body trillion worlds
Ever waiting to unfold
Beyond infinite time creation
The road to lasting illumination
Leo Duse
Book of Poems (Copyright)
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