Mind Is Destiny
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The world is not for itself
Turning and turning to unknown purpose,
The latest digression of a vast whirling
That started obliquely and is still going on.
Everything subtle, yet unremitting;
What have we to do with this metronome,
This hourglass filled with meteors, planets, fire-
Less visible than the fires which burn inside.
Look out the window of the sky,
Whether be in darkness or in light
And be the witness creation desires
Mind is destiny, fragmented by time.
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