Eternity

you are told to just watch
to make ready your eyes for the amazement

the wonders of this world cannot be contained in a jar
of words
they always overflow and pass and fade and come back again
when your eyes are ready for another
show

once you fall asleep
then on the other moment you forget what is it all about
you are too busy with
your games
chasing the frolic of time's
mutability

there is such a thing as waking up
deep inside you
when time is not time anymore but merely moments
of connections
to every nerve
to every unconsciousness

here, there is no waking
neither there is sleeping
there is just that moment
of seeing

eternity.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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