Thoughts from a Drowsy Evening

In the drowsy evening, boozy regret, the naked trees of late autumn, passive, without expression, there is nothing to be known from them, seeking to be inside of time, to lose anxiety, the flickering flame of the candle, teaching tranquility, within, complex simplicity, it mourns in a particular guilt, concerning feeling, and yesterday still appears to be present in the today, and freedom urges abandonment, and a smile rises, and there is something in the picture that speaks of time, and all that it can mean right now, and speak of, is of ages, and this is the kind of time, that has no government nor movement, an eternal thing without beginning nor end, And God is lateral to the life, and the movement increases without recognition, I guess, that however God is peceived, would prefer it to be, there is now no light, nor is there darkness, this is a place of wonderment, and there is silence there, and it is dignity, and it is alive with compassion, and there are no questions, and there is no conclusion, not now, right now.