Life is a story – the body a book.
Be all that is needed
Let everything fall way
Accept – without complaint, what is
Turn a corner, cross a bridge
Enter another way – the true way of no-thing.
Life and death are one
Stand in the gap between them
Here lies the old self
Her story resting in her bones
Smiles and frowns walk side by side
She joined the ranks
To music Composed by others
Her own sweet song unknown
A garment given at birth
Tightly woven into patterns for all to see – unraveled
Silently, unperceptively in every conscious breath –
Awareness of Presence unravelling it
Now gratitude compassion and understanding
Surround the remains of this woven treasure
Here lies the old self.