The hunter prowls the skies under the cover
of night as planets align with the universal
mind over matter, the pitter-patter of particles
superstrings and many other things, theories,
false religions, faith, and unbelief no relief,
all is grief, all is suffering, so said Buddha
under the tree until you break free from time
and space no other place to be unequivocally
suspended in a purgatorial state before heaven's
gate, in the garden, don't be late remember,
the message is grace and forgiveness, the final
measure of pain and pleasure wrapped up inside,
waiting for this moment to arrive, no time for
amends for words and stones of broken hearts
and bones stranded on the shoreline of eternity,
where Karma awaits the coming of a new day,
a new way to live in peace and tranquility,
when the reality is the truth of our fragility
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