No
one thing is properly measured
until
it's seen in verso
long
is but a comparison to short
moment
to moment all day these two play
above
and below or fact and fiction
between
life and death
this
second and the next
the
Bardo dwells
in
the world of duality
there
exists a place not quite either
a
time to choose or perhaps muse
on
the shores of Bardo Island
breath
comes in //pause// out it's over
in
a flash it's peace or war or write or not
in
between is the Bardo
after
life and death there is an island
eternity's
not a clock
image:
Bardo Island – synthetic polymer paint enamel gold-leaf recycled
book pages on cotton paper canvas on ply / jskewes
Beautiful poem and art work I love the meditative feel of this:-)
ReplyDeleteEternity's not a clock. That is golden.
ReplyDeleteJeffree, what a poem and image. On these things I think so much. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThere is a lovely sense of peace in this poem.
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