Flying into Dying

This

is the last light

under the door

as Mother/Father

closes

All imagined monsters

suddenly arise

and subside

again

in Sleep

I tell my children,

You will not feel that itch,

that pain, nor remember that

remark

in Sleep

Such sweet relief!

This

is the last light

at this West Cliff,

teeming Bay

A razor's edge of

screaming hot

Pink

flattening into a shimmering sliver

on the dark horizon

Blue mountains

once green

fade to purple

then gray

and dissolve into black

and blackness

Merging into One

Night

This silently flying

bird wings its way

into that gap

between light

and dark

Inner lit homes

Cozy and bright

in their seaside stateliness

Erratic bicyclists

chatting, rolling on this edge

Silent pines

standing sentry

and the gentlest of waves

giving

the rocky shore

a lovely, lapping massage

All arises within

This Consciousness

As has all that

has ever

Appeared

and will ever

Appear.

All You and

Not You,

too.

A projection from within

the black heart of night

Illuminated by I AM

Creating timespacematter

and subsiding again

into this Loving

Heart

of darkness

Subsiding back

into You!

This has been a long, full day

Peace-and-desire,

joy-anger-sorrow-Love!

that is over

And now the final chapter

Closed

And it is time

to go Home

and

Rest.