Wordless

Two sages meet
to speak
of eternity.

They sit beneath trees
that have rooted
for centuries,

beside the stream
winding between stones
for millennia,

stones slowly rising
under a sky
that has hovered

for unknown ages;
before trees, streams,
stones, grass, sages.

Surrounded
by time they sit,
wordless.

(Wu Zhen: Greenery in Distant Mountains)

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For dVerse. Mary has us thinking and writing about time. I like thinking about time, but it always leaves me a little befuddled. Anyway, write a little something and join in the sharing!