It is Here, Now

It arrives every great while,

With a pull to a deeper space,

More real than the rain pounding

The roof shingles away,

One drop at a time.

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The herald of great peace, it sweeps

Through your awareness, folding away

All illusion and hope for a ‘better’ tomorrow.

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Conclusively continuous, it calls consciousness

To face to rosy pink and fetid gray of thought:

To abandon both the way a tree of cherry

Gracefully showers the ground below

With soft petal, and soon after,

Brown, dead leaf.

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Sometimes it accompanies you to challenge,

And in the heat of reaction, it reveals itself:

Tender and unquenchable, in the throes

Of a death of Self.

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Many fear this eventuality,

And it is as patient as the sun,

Ever-present and still allowing of space

For dark night.