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When the Sun and Shadow Come Out To Play


a trailing of a plant draping down from a cabinet and its shadow on the wall.
When the Sun and Shadow Come Out To Play

When the sun and shadow come out to play They make the most beautiful drawings


Weave in the passage of time See how they darken creep across the threshold of age


A brushstroke of wind and they shimmer a short dance of a still life


When the sun and shadow come out to play they think they leave no marking behind


Not knowing mortal men obsess, record meticulously, and attempt to calculate in formulas, to understand and to despair at the failure of doing so, of what this daily moving of sunlight and shadows mean to us all


How the sunlight and the shadows keep dancing and our lives keep being propelled towards the end of time


When the sun and the shadows come out to play they laugh with lightness There is no end of time You silly mortal Look around You have time, time, and time You have it in your hands now


What you are bound by is your body slowly disintegrating into particles of entropy


So what are you going to do? Break apart your stoned heart and love, you fool Love, love, and love For if this slice of life is what you have now why not make the most beautiful painting out of it?

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