Cauldron Of Emptiness

The titular touch of day and night builds the bud layer by layer, the blossomed design of destined time opens the petals, the floral essence of existence gradually unfurls the transient beauty of life, until the flower withers. The wilting flower doesn’t even know when it’s time for the call to come in the cold night’s slashing silence from the abyss of the gloomy ground where it will fall to disappear drifting to obscurity in the tempest of time. On life’s rough garden path I walk the trudging moments, steps tracing the last mile meandering to disappear at the vanishing point. The spectrum of the setting sun tinges the fading fringe of time, turning into specks of eternity, sinking within the sated soul. I float in the ethereal waves in the bay of infinite bliss, drifting to the yonder shore, configured in the cauldron of timeless emptiness.