Enlightenment revisited
I move always forward on the stream of time,
Only in my mind can I go upstream.
Mind and brain are yoked as slaves together
In birth and death they agree to mortality.
Thinking, you see, time is naught but movement
And even then, a master of illusion.
The only value of enlightenment
Is to see time , naked, without clothing
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