I had a wonder recently
That probed the edge of life as I “see”
Would all be gone if my mind were set free?
What would be left of what I call Me?
Indeed I also considered my Heart
And all the history gathered there to impart.
What would I be if all pages swept away?
And I was left knowing only this day?
Not to push, but I did pry and open the last
My breath and its course throughout all amassed.
That each and all moments may draw Godly inhale
And in exhale, fall to dust, like embers impaled.
Heart, Mind, Knowing, Breath,
Yielding to the True, I allow all else, death.
Setting free is a gladness in me
I allow, surrender, feel the JoyBreath. Let it Be.
©2012 Linda Willows