that eternity is without time.
Some artists Imagine, there is nothing worthwhile there,
but it was quite the opposite–
as, I could take in something perfectly pleasant,
without an urge to finish, release, complete…
no pressure to end or start.
I was sitting on a lawn swing made of log,
looking over a beautiful lake.
The cycles of sun and moon ornate;
variations for entertainment’s sake,
as calendar days there were not.
Imagine there is no limit.
No crunch, killing, passing, taking, running out of.
A “less-ness” place of peace.