The Infinity of Time

Is the reality of time?

A concept of the human mind

Just like the measurement of rhyme

For you create the world you find

Where upon grows the living vine

And therefore flows the mortal wine

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If you could travel back in time

The one thing you would never find

Would be your life with the same old rhyme

But something of a different kind

Where upon grows the living vine

And therefore flows the mortal wine

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Because every moment in time

Of every church bell that chimes

Of every grain of sand so fine

Is a whole universe Divine

At one with the immortal vine

And therefore flows the mortal wine

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Each opportunity you see

Of endless possibilities

Is because each moment is free

In it's own cosmos that you see

Part of an endless living vine

And therefore flows the mortal wine

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Faith creates it's own reality

And hate it's own depravity

And depression it's own poverty

And love creates it's own beauty

All part of the one living vine

And therefore flows the mortal wine

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In everything you say and do

You create the cosmos anew

With life of all possible forms

Will have a place to be the norm

To be with one the living vine

And therefore flows the mortal wine

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For everything it must be true

Even the early morning dew

Will see the light of it's own dawn

Upon a never ending lawn

That falls upon the living vine

And therefore flows the mortal wine

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For if the cosmos was not so

Nature would not diverse and grow

Distant stars would not burn and glow

Human hearts would not yearn to know

The secret of the living vine

That overflows with mortal wine

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And the cosmos would not expand

And man would not hold in his hand

A chance to try and understand

That it's within God's mind we stand

Just grapes upon the living vine

And therefore flows the mortal wine.

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Painting in watercolour and ink.

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