Potter’s Hands

Memories are paint with which we paint the story of our lives

Time, an illusory prison, need not-does not, in truth, exist

All is, all was, all will be


Skipping stones across our lives, such is reason to events

Choices are much the same, shaping, crafting, molding

Clay of life, Potter’s hands



Meaning of, truth within

Energy alive in every atom, quantum mechanical

Spiritual physics, super-positioning immemorial being


Everything eternal herein

Truth is, love be reason for existing at all

Memories, remnants of love and lacking… guideposts.

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