A pendulum – that’s how life is!
Its swinging cannot seem to cease;
To pause just can’t be an option . . .
. . . It’s obedient to none but motion.
With end’s, then, one is confronted
– phases . . . options . . . however they’re called;
One gets to see duality
as he comes to know
reality.
Pleasure exists not without pain;
Is honor sweet when there’s no shame?
A dreamer one is if he believes
that the joy of “hellos” is
for keeps.
In each hello, goodbye awaits
as when life ends, death
one soul tastes;
He is a was soul who has known
– firsts and lasts are but
a continuum.
philip briana
October 8, 1991
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