TIME (Harmony Of Head And Heart By Moe Hein)

A thing

never moving backward

but forward

to an endless journey.

A thing

giving birth and grooming all

for existence.

And the very thing

crushing all, second by second,

out of existence.

This doer - undoer

leaves behind a past as vestiges.

Builds the present

which is nothing but a mirage.

And shapes the future

which is anything but certainty

Is time

seemingly eternal yet ever fleeting

a magic of life?

(From Poems On Life)