It Is Time... Poem by Raj Arumugam
It Is Time...
It is that time
when one goes
when one remains silent, collected
sheds all that was before,
sees the futility of resistance
the meaninglessness of volition
It is not forced; it is come -
this understanding
and one walks in the peace of the gardens
unspeaking companions about
not a will
It is done, it is come with no struggle;
the coming is of its own, none of the person
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4/30/2024 11:41:19 PM # 1.0.0.1119
a pleasure that grows on re-readings Raj