Authored: November 12, 2020

When the body breaks
Things of beauty burn
I would give my breath away to remember our bewilderment
The dust swirling into your shape
This elegy became a mysterium
This is not enough.

Awake one more time,
with eyes that belie the faults and beauty of us all
Now and not yet
This is what's possible if you slow down.

Hear the mysterium; the elegy -

Life is a preparation,
This is a simulation
Returning to source, do not force your course
You have no life, you are life
No I, me or we
Truth unveils eyes that can see
Break through the surface, awaken from illusion
Everything will be as it will be.