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.