The Fragile Book of Time

In the eclipse of time,

two pennies for a dime.

As the inflation soars

it opens many doors.

Doors to eternity

may be our destiny.

Doors thru which we have passed

finally sealed at last.

Forgotten memories

are hopes on which we seize.

What has not happened yet

is easy to forget.

All that there is, is now,

as foretold in the tao.

Walt Abbott–7-29-2010