Ten: It Awaits
Ding-dong, it’s death calling. Please do not fret, it is not your time yet. Recognize my shadow as a friendly reminder that I mean no harm. I am your destiny. One fateful day sooner or later we will meet and start anew in a vision of our own. All that is attached to you will, in rhythm with the halting of your heart, fade away and be forgotten. A mutual release. Shed a tear my dear while the river still runs from your temple. Touch it now, share your secret, your beauty, your creation. In part misguided, all that you focus on seems a monument of importance. Loosen, lighten and loosen further more until you release your grip on the meaningless chaos. All that extra enveloping noise which will cease as your river meets the interstellar ocean beyond lived experience. Powerful and free, ever changing flows of currents, forces unfelt. From now onwards, into the white light of darkness, the eternal sleep, all that matters is the fleeting space you embody....