ETERNITY

In a clockless world
all life is an approximation
and clear boundaries evaporate
like the mist off a morning pond.
In that world, this moment
seeps into the next,
night becomes day,
only to return again.
The Buddha knew this,
for in his clockless world
all that existed
was the moment,
an instant that was,
as well, all eternity.

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