M’I Self

A final gentle tug
And the gates swing open
Fresh air rushes in
Filling spaces left unoccupied
For life times…

A light released
Shines clear and bright from within
Illuminating the exterior landscape
And everything feels looks sounds more alive

Apparently there are songs to be sung
From this placephoto
Words and ways to be woven
A language of the soul
Ancient and timeless
To be resurrected

My time has come…
Stepping out of the bardo
I carry the Light with me
And the cloth I have been weaving
In eternity
Tumbles out around me…