Echoes. Poem by Ray Sinclair

In the halls of eternity echoes universal sound,
the beginning of all that ever was, ever is, will be found.
Always evolving, still the same,
start of time, end of game.

All contained in an ocean of bliss,
life is a struggle, not this, not this.
What the enlightened know so well,
tales of love they continue to tell.

Where does it begin, where does it end?
All that matters is the love you send,
for most of us, we fail to see,
that life and love, echoes in eternity.


Written by Ray Sinclair on 06/01/14
© 2014 Ray Sinclair