Poems & Thoughts of Rob Taylor

Poem · January 1, 2014

What Dimension

When young,we are drawn bynew things, places and experiences,extending our view and our life.Naturally, our endeavors, successesand also embarrassments,multiply.As we grow old,the lists become innumerable,yet we may remain drawnto add to the already countless things.But there seems also to be another dimension,not of one more thing beside another,but rather extending without boundary -a sweeping whole,always full and sufficient,never asking for another something.

time · spirituality