AVANT SOUL

Awareness saunters like a stretching cat,
Stretches to the morning light

    Why did it take so long
    To accept what already was,

When
What is, is now,
Is forever --

    Youth has past,
    Taking its supine grace
        To fleeting shadows of the sun

    In silver reflections I ignite,
    Pitted from meteorites hard won
        into fiery orbs of knowing I have become.

Hardest of all not to struggle
When footsteps on the path are only slightly worn,

    Dissolved and washed to the weightless tide of sky.

In this dappled glen of knowing
I know to fully live,
Truly, is to die,

        Without struggle,

        finally serene, effortlessly reborn.



OK, but I'll still do the laundry.