Flashes at Sunsets

Wash your coffee cup. Set it out to dry. Notice it.

You put your hand in hers. She put her hand in yours. Once upon a time.

The fragile components closest to you now, those cherished and revered . . . will become clouds and will disperse to unknown skies.

Everything is impermanent. Buoyant logs float, but with attachment comes fear. Before reaching, consider non-attachment and ownership.

Moments pass. All of them. People walk away. Others enter. They all deserve the Freedom to do that.

Look to the west . . . at dusk.

Published by Kumi

Liaison to the Infinite.

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