When she passed into death
there was nothing
no welcoming
no past
as though life had never been
and yet had always been the stillness
in this peace she heard a voice that was not her own
and it said unto her
" I have never left you , I have always walked with you
and yet all along you have been not yourself but I ,
I am the light of the world, for there is only this light and no other light"
She ran to the holy place and there she rested
she rested until she saw that there were
no more words
no more pathways
no more seeds to open
no more songs to sing by the waters that no longer run
only water runs when the mind follows it
She heard that there were
no more stars glowing
no more voices
no more mothers giving birth
and no more clouds forming
just still snow like ice in the sky
frozen candle light shattered in all things free
This is the place of empty space
there is nothing here
But then she also faded away
for the one that sees also passes
then there was
no one who would know
only eyes
only ears
only leaves
only skies rushing to the sea of emptiness
only oceans rolling into themselves
dreamers dreaming into themselves
tossing and turning on pillows
and crying to the wind for change
and only Love
Then there was a new identity
not as person
but as the only one that has never left,
the light of all things.
This is the peace that passes all understanding
She ran to the holy place and there she rested
she rested until she saw that there were
no more words
no more pathways
no more seeds to open
no more songs to sing by the waters that no longer run
only water runs when the mind follows it
She heard that there were
no more stars glowing
no more voices
no more mothers giving birth
and no more clouds forming
just still snow like ice in the sky
frozen candle light shattered in all things free
This is the place of empty space
there is nothing here
But then she also faded away
for the one that sees also passes
then there was
no one who would know
only eyes
only ears
only leaves
only skies rushing to the sea of emptiness
only oceans rolling into themselves
dreamers dreaming into themselves
tossing and turning on pillows
and crying to the wind for change
and only Love
Then there was a new identity
not as person
but as the only one that has never left,
the light of all things.
This is the peace that passes all understanding
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