Sunday, October 19, 2008


Rushing, rushing, always rushing,
Into the day and out again.
Will someone tell me, what’s the hurry?
This race with time, I’ll never win.
This to care for, that to finish,
Just one more thing before I go,
Will I ever stop this running?
Can I slow down? I don’t know.
There’s so much I have to fit in.
Life’s too short, but much too long.
Breathe into the space of silence.
Dance a dance and sing a song.

Prema Rose

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