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by

Marjorie Hanbidge

Life is illusion, illusion
And time but a construct of mind
And space is a place where the reason
Can leave our true being behind.

So if life is such an illusion
And time is not passing away
And space is a place for the reason
Then what am I doing today?

For today all my life lies before me
Each second its infinite span
And all from before is still here on the shore
As it was when life first began.

And the place that I am is a building
Whose walls I have made in my mind
And the people I see are reflections of me
And as such I am all humankind.

For today I am living my life
In these constructs of space and of time
Which I’m trying so hard to abandon
So we all may become of one mind.

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