Looking my deepest fear in the face

The love I thought was mine

Turned cold and comfortable in another

Being irrelevant and passed over.

Looking at that stark reality

Without rationalising that the love was never mine

But a delusion

Like the flowing river the moments have passed never to be captured again.

Simply that it is over and me just a part of nature that ebb and flow in some form or other

Until I see byond the delusion and end this ever flowing cycle that is samsara.

My deepest fear has been realised and relieved me of the fear of waiting for it to happen.

Maybe this is freedom from fear. There being nothing more to fear.