A Kite Flies in the Morning, the Afternoon, and the Evening
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The haiku poet seems to think that time
Becomes eternity in yesterday.
What happened then is part of the sublime.
This isn’t some poetic, airy, fey
Philosophy. The past, today, and days
To come ten thousand years away will come
As one. Forever is the same in rays
From centuries gone. They help to form the sum
Today desires and that tomorrow yearns
For. He arrays them each as one along
The stretch of days we all acknowledge burns.
They burn like galaxies that burst in song.
..Time shifts to timelessnesss whatever sun
….Arises. Dawns and dusks and noons are one.
~ Phillip Whidden
