IN THE GLOAMING

In the owl-light
When the light at the end of day crouching under of mountain top
Suddenly, a yellow leaf falls in the pale sun
The tree wilted sadly.
Sitting on a hillside in the gloaming,
Watching the lights come on
I see the world is moving gently.

Oh, the owl-light
The sky’s changing
A day has gone
Time flies on the dry leaves sounds rustling…
Tranquilly, I’m in the fragile afternoon sun
Inside, an endless peaceful realm is coming
How sweet the air is perfuming slightly from wild flowers!
As like as a river going to the ocean
The water flowed around the slopes,
A newly moon has just appeared when the sun is out
Lonely, I am with the horizon meeting
In a moment,
a bird ‘s far from its flock and singing strange song
The mountain echoes the bird’s song like cosmic harmony.

The gloaming sky faded away
When my thoughts melt in the sun
Calmly, just with to the sound of the wind and cosmos,
Just looking deeply at the light of end of the day,
I am the universe of impermanence but fullness of light, peace and mystery!
TNTQ