Eventide

pastel dusk descends
sharp edges of daylight fade
everywhere mute

duck mates aimless stroll
seeking hidden food in lawn
fresh-cut smells surround

leaf-tinged branches swell
mandalas spreading skyward
late Spring chills shiver

bright Venus glimmers
wrapped in nest of purple-pinks
holographic tide

i watch
listening

i breathe
holding

all suspended

here
this moment

now
passing so

other suchness is

perhaps in this way
through our perceptions
The God
experiences
with awe
the splendor
of Itself

Being