Products of the Past
are apparent all around us.
All of them outlast
and eternally surround us.

The Past for its own sake
is always out of view,
following in the wake
of something always new.

Looking for the Past itself,
records are all you find;
fossil, video, compact disc,
fragments of the mind.

Mental facsimiles,
images and thoughts,
shadows of eternity,
the Wave is never caught.

Grasping after shadows,
nets emptiness and pain.
Freedom, it then follows,
means letting go again.


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