Beautiful Oblivion

With a thump the wooden gong rings true

Mindful melody summoning all to the zendo

Morning and evening bleed into one

Time to honor the present in deep breaths

The past and the future matter not

Birth and death but one cosmic cycle

Forever’s an imaginary ephemeral thing

Today challenges us to find a vigorous victory

To walk it with determined, slow steps

Into the arms of beautiful oblivion

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