in time
the last light must die to darkness
the last cherished illusion to freedom

and death we say
when breath is gone

and the thought of the loss
of one fragrant blossom
discomforts an un-resting mind

there is no peace but death
no life but war

for the one who finds
only nothingness in absence

but ease your mind beloved
the ineffable ordinary
is but the Word unspoken