1.
I taste time
In clouds lightening
And thundering.
I taste time
In river water
That is rippling.
I taste time
In rip-roaring.
And I discover
That is not there
In me.
What I discover,
Ask not, please.
I am dying.
2.
I taste time
With the faith
That is unflinching.
I taste time
What I receive
In your teaching.
I taste time
In a motion
That is swinging.
And you tell me
To see and wait
For the next scene.
Next scene, no one can
See, after your retiring.
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great writing.. miracle of life...unknown era after era... we may not conclude the mystery of life... a well planned verse...simple but profound in meaning.... natural images are great...spontaneous... flow