IS

 through the movement of time
 the darkness comes and goes
 the sea rolls into the shore with frothy waves
 in and out
 the sun hides behind the clouds

 and peeks out again
 shining golden rays on the changing world
 the tulip opens in the right season
 for a brief time
 then withers and dies
 the leaves blow with the winds of autumn
 turn to dust and fly away
 as the sky lights up with an orange glow
 in early evening
 look away and night swallows the color
 as the street lamps glow incandescent

 through the movement
 the unchanging beauty shines
 everlasting, untouched and glorious
 I am that perfection
 that holds all
 and is nothing
 deathless truth
 the heart of hearts
 IS