On Rereading the Buddha's Last Words
 
being in time
for a while
then being not
the past regretted
the present tense
the future fought
like figures on an urn
we twist
and turn
taking refuge
in the thought
that though we burn
we burn slow
(tho' for good)
like green wood

 

 

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