Slovenian Sunset

A poem about sunsets, emergence and how the end of the day is the perfect time to let go.

Do you understand how powerful

A gentle sunset can be?

Do you ever feel the magical force

Of not-needing-to-try?

This golden, maroon-wash

Is an is-ness that calls forth no strategy.

It settles for its own soft delight;

And, without an act,

Lays down its challenge to you,

To finally find your gentle self;

The self that moves the cliff-face

Without so much as a glancing touch.

It whispers: “Drop your patterning.

Enjoy the emergent happening.”

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