Every time I see the sun go down another time,
And feel the coolness of the evening come over me,
I think to myself how good it is to be here
Watching the sun give way to the evening.

Then some other part of me digresses for the moment,
Thinking about how many poor unfortunate souls
Are missing out on the experience of the end of another day,
Who aren’t watching the sun give way to the evening.

For the experience of it all is paramount to the value of each day.
For those who value each day gone and look forward to the next,
The ritual setting of the sun becomes a tool for keeping order
Of one’s life, prioritizing one’s values.

For it matters not from where you see the sun go down,
But that you see it and are thankful for the day.
That day is gone and will never be replaced.
Why waste the day?

Those who have wasted the day and are not grateful for its passage
Do not rejoice in the day gone, that they will never get again.
Instead, they lose their priorities,
thinking activity the superior to pondering and being.

Being for being’s sake is the ultimate expression of being human.
The human being is for being’s sake, the ultimate expression of life.
But this ultimate expression is finite in time and space.
There is a perceived beginning and a presumed end.

We perceive the beginning of each human’s being,
But not the beginning of being itself.
Therefore there cannot be any being that is itself not human
Not confined by time and space.

I let the sun sink slowly down and am thankful for another day,
I am thankful that I have pondered yet another time,
have breathed ten thousand breaths,
I am thankful, that I am one day closer to understanding,
Even though I understand no more.

I touched the wind
and felt at once the
fluidity of sky. . .
feeling fluidity of mind
as sky and mind meld into
an incongruous mixture of
the tangible and not.

Though the moment lasted
but a moment, that moment
now exists for all of time
caught as a thought and feeling:
an experience I left behind.