Losing the Laj

Once again at life’s edges
just moments ago
we breathed with the Master
now
still life
framed in darkness
leaves us groping
for definitions
able to describe all
except meaning itself

once again
a history of sacrifice
is ciphered into myth
rare flowers plucked perilous
from high cliff
fossilize before our eyes
unique beauty
upturned face
individual thought
born to merge
into singularity.