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

by Raj Arumugam

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a pleasure that grows on re-readings Raj