The final light of the day has lit up two trees in the far distance–one a palm, the other a flowering I-don’t-know-what. My heart unites with beauty.
Just as quickly, the splendid light fades.
The eternal everchanging.
To hang onto even one breath, one moment, one slantwise burst of evening light, is to suffer.
Best not to resist–love while it’s here. With the same love, release it freely. The same two trees, now illuminated with a soft gray post-sunset light.
The mind wants to say “differently enthralling” or “just as enthralling.” What the mind does: slicing, comparing, judging, dicing, evaluating, choosing, rejecting–is required for negotiating some aspects of life. Notice it is always late–it takes ownership and comments after the moment.
When the mind is not required, set it down and rest here.
Behind the palm, against the quiet gray, emerges the lightest dusting of pink. Here, and then gone.
© Amrita Skye Blaine, 2014