We are left in the once lost values of solitude and aloneness,
that we might see
both the multitudes and Singularity
in a single glance of paradoxical beauty.
Gibran says,
“Sadness is a wall between two gardens…”
Perhaps it is one wall, in one garden;
creating the illusion of two,
and so preventing us from seeing
that they are, “as both,” One.
Sadness is a stark realization
that everything must run out;
happiness is knowing
that this waning illusion of life
is the Opener for all that persists
in the divine process
of rebecoming truth.
