July 24-B, 2022

"Light is dying to the west..."
"An end to another day..."
"Leads us all to wonder,
how many are left..."
Are all so melancholy,
gloomy,
depressing,
sad,
typical of our predictable
way of assessing our situation.

Sunset here is sunrise there.
Going is always coming.
The end of the rainbow
fails to imagine the continuation
of the rainbow underground
connecting to the beginning
of the rainbow on the other side
of its "end."

Light going out here
is light coming on somewhere,
maybe here--
if we settle into the darkness
and look to see what it has to show us,
perhaps in the nighttime dreams
waiting to enlighten us
for the low, low price
of exploring what they have to say.

There is always more to be seen
than is seen,
and everything is a vehicle of illumination
when looked at in the right way,
asking all of the questions
that beg to be asked,
saying all of the things
that cry out to be said,
and seeing what's what
even now,
even yet,
even so...

The road goes on,
and never ends.

Ever.

For those with eyes to see.

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