Last night the fire went out,
Slowly died down to remaining embers….
This morning the coals were cold.
Final whisper of smoke has dispersed
Out into wide wind of the world.
Here, within the human heart,
I lie in uncreating darkness—
Only silence in the empty space,
Once so warm with love.
In sleep comes dreams of stars.
In dream, I see myself so far away,
Crawling on knees as though I’m begging,
Find rest upon a weary scarp further West—
Plateau wide above lush valley,
Hidden where loggers cannot reach the trees.
One day my eyes will be open
As soul wakes to join the greater Soul,
Forgets the life I leave behind,
Completely free and at peace,
Belonging to wild darkness at last.