Sérgio Gibim Ortéga
Love lay down just now,
but not even a second passed for it.
Time flies through existence —
and I, too, no longer am.
Yet when we are here,
we’re always ready to awaken.
Time does not pass for the living,
but for those who sleep,
there is no time, no pause,
no pain, no memory.
Time flies —
and the mystery is this:
perhaps we never truly leave,
perhaps we are always here,
ready to be reborn,
ready to live again
in any form,
in any being
in this dreamlike existence.
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