Remembering

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Real remembering is not of the past

The Sun is not rising, the earth is turning

Gold’s always gold, not the shape it is cast

 

What is real does not come and go, but lasts

Even the Sun turns round an inner burning

Real remembering is not of the past

 

The unseen waits its turn, to be seen, the task

First is last, last, first.  End or beginning?

Gold’s always gold, not the shape it is cast

 

All of the things collected and amassed

Are not really ours, only a borrowing

Real remembering is not of the past

 

The sky disguised in blue is really the Vast

Wind and storm stir the clouds of unknowing

Gold’s always gold, not the shape it is cast

 

Memories seen as a trick mind tries to grasp

Are like pearls on a broken string gone spinning

Real remembering is not of the past

 

The final mystery has no resolving

Like a salt doll in the sea dissolving

Real remembering is not of the past

Gold’s always gold, not the shape it is cast

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