The sun slow settles silent
over the hidden horizon
behind cedar drooping branches –
in this evening, clear and sere.

Sourceless light remains
as glow, halo of the holy world –
hallowed by wind sea, and stars
before even the birds sang.

Glory of eternal essence
shining in each moment
that ever was and ever will be
when even the birds no longer sing.

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Portland, Oregon – May 11, 2021