I love the long shadows cast by trees
in the early morning sunlight.
I love that life is brief,
and that nothing here will last.
I love that even the strongest memories
will fade, leaving only this immaculate presence.
What destiny could be more merciful,
but to shine a while and then to disappear?
The poignant beauty of existence is revealed
in its evanescence — that perfect kiss, that blessing.
Everything we know and cherish will pass.
When resistance to this collapses, we become
blissful — beyond all hope or fear, beyond regret.
Letting go of even the slightest clinging, we become
that gash of brilliant light at sunset, gracefully dissolving
into the starry splendor of the vast oncoming night.