there is no arrival,
just a constant striving inside
the ever-folding moment;
we are either here—
clear-eyed and open
—or we are lost, straining
against all of existence
to try and be elsewhere,
where nothing exists
and always will.
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yes. life is a gerund not a noun.
Posted by: lynne | 01/08/2012 at 16:21