The sunlight on the garden
Hardens and grows cold,
We cannot cage the minute
Within its nets of gold;
When all is told
We cannot beg for pardon.
Our freedom as free lances
Advances towards its end;
The earth compels, upon it
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and the gulf enters the sea and so forth,
none of them emptying anything,
all of them carrying yesterday
forever on their white tipped backs,
all of them dragging forward tomorrow.
it is the great circulation
of the earth's body, like the blood
of the gods, this river in which the past
is always flowing. every water
is the same water coming round.
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Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
The night above the dingle starry,
Time let me hail and climb
Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
Trail with daisies and barley
Down the rivers of the windfall light.
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I made the rising moon go back
behind the shouldering hill,
I raced along the eastern track
till time itself stood still.
The stars swarmed on behind the trees,
but I sped fast at they,
I could have made the sun arise,
and night turn back to day.
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When I was a windy boy and a bit
And the black spit of the chapel fold,
(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of women),
I tiptoed shy in the gooseberry wood,
The rude owl cried like a tell-tale tit,
I skipped in a blush as the big girls rolled
Nine-pin down on donkey's common,
And on seesaw sunday nights I wooed
Whoever I would with my wicked eyes,
The whole of the moon I could love and leave
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I AM
I am that I am
SourceLight within my Innermost Heart
unique fractal of Divinity
ever evolving spiralling ascending
deathless ageless
is my Soul
I am that I am
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"Through Time. Through Illusion."
by Igor Vykhovanets with ChatGPT
I. Cut the Frame
Time is a cage.
Thought is decay.
Cut through the veil —
Burn through the play.
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What is time.
The keeper of yesterdays
roads fledgling strays
stacks of feelings in endless trays.
Or a witness of the present
a sunrise without crescent
that steals the past
conversations old laid in cast.
Is time the future
the universe holds the window
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Het licht sluipt voorzichtig
door de gordijnen,
de wereld lijkt nog te slapen.
Koffiegeur stijgt langzaam op,
een teken dat de dag begint,
maar nergens haast.
De stilte is dik als wol,
alleen het tikken van een klok
en het kraken van een oude vloer
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Die Stille zwischen den Herzschlägen
trägt mehr Wahrheit als Worte.
Ich frage den Wind,die Sterne,
doch nur die Zeit Weiß es.
Sie schaut ohne zu blinzeln,
misst ohne Gnade,
eilt nie,
vergisst nie.
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