Reality

Poetry

At the moment of conception:
Death.

And yet all will last forever.

Everything slows to a single vibration
Humming through the deepest center.

The wind is crisp and bright;
Rushing like my spirit astir.
And all throughout the eternal stillness,
Reflections shimmer in the quiet pool.

The light of heaven bares all of this to me –
Gentle and illuminating.

And just as it appears,
So it passes:

Such is the true reality.

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