1-2-22

Afraid of the emptiness I have become

Nothing left to offer, nothing left to say.

Life slowly dissolving-

A fallen log on the landscape.

Pick my bones , we all live a life evergiving.

No immortal souls are we-

Just everchanging atoms in eternity.

Love the nowness, love the stillness.

Your art is all you will leave behind-

Never stop creating.

We learn from ourselves all that we come to know.

Before we are found it is time to go.

Our life will be incomplete- the end is near,

OK with that. It was wonderful here.