Tuesday, November 03, 2009
The End of Time (poem)
The End of Time
Think about it.
The very end of time.
None of this scurrying about
trying to keep appointments
for things that truly
don't matter.
No more worrying
about what is past,
what may be to come.
We ourselves pellets
of energy
merging
with all the other
essences
of feeling
to form a new creation,
a being not bound
by limits and the necessity
of one thing
following another,
everything happening at once,
everything fused
in love.
Dorothy Walters
November 3, 2009
