As the day proceeds
Into the bright noon
As the umpteen things
Needing attention
Beckon you into their
Swirl pooling purview
Where is your mind
Wandering in the
Lonely desert of
Time and space,
Crossing the several worlds
At the juncture
Leading you into
Times beyond times
Or those yet to arrive
You think you narrate
A poem or a story
Not knowing He is
That which you tell
Repeating what it takes
For Him to create
For a million years to come.
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