This is the Way

I die, but this time more easily

So must I each day, each day.

It is the way, the way, the way.

                                Morton T. Kelsey, Adventures on the other Side of Silence, p. 285

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It seems the more I grasp

at life

the more I grasp power

and wealth,

the things this world says give life

the more I tightly hug to myself

even the way of comfort and ease

the more burdened I become

with fear

and need

but when I die

when I open my hands

releasing

when I open my heart

to whatever comes

when I walk through the day

the hour, the moment

without agenda

when I breathe

and accept the gifts of the day

the smell of the earth after a rain

the joy of new day dawning

the warmth of the sun on my face

when I see without

expectation

the one in front of me

when having died

to all that binds

and all that blinds

I can simply be

present and aware

I know

I know

I know

this is the way

the way, the way