contained in totality

time seemed to vanish,

running from the inside out;

even when i thought i knew,

i felt creeping shadows of doubt.

but a mountain is a mountain,

tall and fine as it stands,

allowing itself to be admired

without making demands.

and the sunlight, 

pouring down like a heavy rain,

makes no excuses for being happy

as it doesn't try to explain.

just everything i see,

especially the emotion of being,

is contained in totality.