Poetry

The unlimited being 

By: James Aitchison

No man has the right
to limit the beings
around him.
In the same way,
the man who seeks to
frame the passage of history
for his own advantage
will fail.
Only the wheel is the arbiter,
not man.
All lives are lived with
measures of good and evil,
and the wheel does not spin
to limit any soul.
Your hour of greatest sorrow
is my hour of greatest sorrow.
Your hour of sharpest happiness
is my hour of sharpest happiness.
The wheel thus spins for all.

Categories: Poetry

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