Whispers of Infinity - A Poetic Practice

There can' be a time where time itself stops moving forward even when you flow through the universe on that sun streaking star ship called earth.

You never come to realize the vastness of time when you add the space between each passing moment the world revolves around like a toy top moving in a cycle.

It's never enough moments you can see and touch when you are but a speck of dust in the vastness of eternity laid out before you in a pattern only an immortal can see.

Visions of the stars twinkling in the night are all just either distant memories of time immemorial to a blink of an eye in a streaming light on a clear night sky.

You often forget the importance of your life to the eternity of the universe and how insignificant we all are except for those whose perspectives see us as bigger than universe itself, a matter of perspective.

Sometimes we look at ourselves in a mirror and see our reflection and think we know everything there is to know because we fail to see outside of the realms of our existence.

There is no wonder as great as the moment you see the beauty of the universe through the lens of something you can only dream of by riding that train in a rainbow line in the skies.

Never forget who you are even when you are but a passing of sands in giant immortal hands imaginary or not you know it all becomes something real when your visions are clear.

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