The Sinking Sun

Looking at the sky,
I forget to breathe,
taking in the landscape
of the world before me.
As the sun lowers down,
touching the rim of the horizon
time halts, I pause,
and the world stands stunned still.

The circled sun sinks
passing the edge of infinity;
to where the sky touches the sea
I strive to catch the last;
Seconds slip away
as my senses ride out with the waves;
to where the sun disappears
beyond where my eyes can reach.

The wonder why my curious mind
follows behind those floating veils
yearning to touch the spaces
and all that lies beyond.
There, I linger longer
in the wonder of the unknown
tasting the mist of mysteries
yet to be known.

Rise to fall
where did I come from, and where am I going?
Between the beginning and ending
where am I existing?
Through the wonder of infinite time
will I keep wandering?
In this very finite life I have
am I truly living?

The sky’s scattered rays shine,
bringing life back to my view,
awakening me to a world bathed
in twilight.
As the breezy wind catches my breath,
I breathe in and out,
flowing into this very existence,
still and until.

Oh, the sinking sun,
so powerful in your being
arriving at me
with the beauty of your truth.
In between the beginning and the ending,
lies unfolding.
I can have ‘everything’,
but only in this very moment can I truly live.

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