Everything you hold dear
you will lose
including You
Then, when you know that you are lost
a freedom beckons from that
‘how it is supposed to be’
Like a cork on the ocean
you bob where the flow takes you
and you are not in control
of how the ocean carries you
however much you wish you were Be squashed by this enormity
That light at the end of the tunnel
is not hope but instead a light
in the darkness of now
Married they are
in that eternal moment
be overwhelmed by the majesty
of this emergent now so that you might relax
into not knowing
Paul Scribbles 