endings

the first time the world ends, it feels like chaos
and despair, death.

the second time the world ends, we feel
the lonely (now familiar) pang of the blank
emptiness.

the third time the world ends
the fourth time we realize
the truth about the end of things: is that there is no end.

matter is neither created nor destroyed. it re-organizes, re-distributes, re-identifies. like Ragnarok
like water, it shifts its shapes to ocean, pitcher, rain, tears.
Sweat to glacier to puddle, river.

and when it’s time to shape shift,
we should shift. and the Universe
is so kind so conscious that it will shift
for us with us to us if we don’t shift with IT.

and for this is gratitude, surrender
and awe.