A Wake For The Ego Poem by Eric Rhodes

I am awake,
whether the eyes
are open or closed.
Awake, in this one solitary moment,
blissfully awake.
There is nowhere to go,
nothing to do but be
here awake.
I stood behind you,
held you lovingly in my arms
as you died.
For so long it was not
what you wanted,
yet finally,
when you surrendered
it was beautiful,
like watching a butterfly on a rose petal.
Once you were I,
but no longer,
so tonight there will be a wake.

(2008)