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Winding road

By DAVID SPERO

There is something that stands shining

at the end of your life.

Against all odds you will come to it.

When was the last time you felt loved,

I mean absolutely, without the slightest

shadow of another? Wherever two are,

there there will be fear.

The end of the mind is a serious thing,

not very shapely or becoming,

not at all what you'd expect.

There's a primal shining that just

watches your life,

like an enormous bird that cannot say a thing.

Imagine,

all your hopes and fears,

things extending out beyond all imagination

coming out in full relief to this passive mind.

Imagine,

everything

that comes and goes,

heat and cold,

dark and light,

extending the very edges of its contours

to this place of silence.

Poem copyright David Spero

David Spero is a spiritual teacher and writer. He lives in California.

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This page was published on May 22, 2014 and last revised on the same day.