“Sunset at the West Pavilion
is a wine for meditation
beyond these steps
as well as this pond.”
Beauty is a sign of life.
Beauty is a sign of unrelenting life.
White hair made of morning mists
tumbles across those countryside ponds
as night slips off—
and the hour of parting
still comes young
in an age grown old,
whitened like a soft, wet page
where so much hinges—holds—
on the good in a goodbye’s
composed calm,
easing—almost eased—
into a gladdening embrace
where all that lives
yields to a profound,
sublime peace—
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