Eternal

Now is like the unseen word which is forever tangible. Now becomes noon. Now shapes belief. Now is unrecognizable in its mysterious shapes. Now is never or whatever will be. The quiet eternity is always a wish for which it is granted equal stay and equal reprieve. The most we could ever want is to be immortal like the sun which burns beyond the candle of our days. There is no pause in the beating heart. Between life and death there are only mirrors. That is the continuum of unknowing.