Acceptance

The body had struggled a whole night calling for tranquil, unquestioning acceptance. A typhoon in the intestines caused the mind to swirl in a smelly rejection across the car seat. In acceptance lay a complementary rejection .

Then the rain went musical on a misty windshield. Beauty appeared, in wistful rain, across time as though it were life briefly rejecting death.Buddha sat there smiling in Time’s burnt earth .There was no acceptance or rejection, only beauty.