In this arc that is life
We are born
We breathe
We eat
We cry
We love
We hurt
We’re hurt
We are born
We breathe
We eat
We cry
We love
We hurt
We’re hurt
We learn to speak
In ways elegant
And ignorant
We grow old
Or we don’t
But all of us
We die
And some believe
That’s when darkness falls
Oblivion
The end of days
The end of I
The return to
Nothingness
But I
Not I
I have seen
The other side
Another time
A time before
A time to come
A time not-time
And so I know
As truly as I can
That existence carries past
The arc’s final point
I carry through
Another arc
Its path
I cannot see ahead
Nor remember from
This other side
But existence
Is a circle
Not an arc
Until
As Buddha notes
I see the light
The circle closes
Becomes a point
Which becomes all
Reflecting the Circle
The Gateway Arch
St. Louis
Missouri, United States of America
The Gateway Arch
St. Louis
Missouri, United States of America
Taken during travels, 1997
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