Here, where the light settles in the evening
and our thoughts come to rest,
here is the only place of peace;
except through the door into death.
For we still are, we still remain,
even if we cease our efforts at being.
And, if we are fortunate enough to
not have action and reaction forced upon us.
And, if we are smart enough
to let them go of our own free-will.
And, if we are wise enough
to welcome the next moment like a lover
and to put the past and the future away
in favor of this wordless revelation
of the only truth.
Then we can find rest.
Gallagher
19Nov 21
Christchurch