The standstill of perfect balance before night descends,
A momentary refuge of light and dark whose doors open
In side by side perfection.
This soul’s asylum of neither right nor wrong
Ushers us through with no second thought
One more leaf, spinning and twirling
In death defying spirals before earth accepts our stillness.
Peace beckons, shelter to the deepening life
Safe, calm cocoon before the turning.
Here, we become the light.
Here we attend momentary Grace
Before rushing down the windward fall.