All is flux, nothing stays still.
                                               — Heraclitus

nothing really rests.

           breathes between sunsets
inhaling life, exhaling death
in the ebb & flow
of yesterday
           becoming today
                                  soon to be tomorrow.

nothing remains the same.

           breathes between sunsets
manifesting itself as the beacon
of brighter
           replacing darkness of night with the light of sunrays
                                  until the veil of dusk is returned to us.

           breathes aeons sing
like rolling stones
that gather
neither moss nor gloss; nonetheless,
           time is on our side…yes it is, dancing
                                  through memories unseen
on roads for traveling souls in search of infinity–
our infinity, with no limitations no boundaries.

& all that endures is change. 


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