A feeling of abandonment has come over me here in a
remote resort on top of a mountain in India, feeling
death walking alongside me.
Letting life flow away, watching as energy and breath
are suddenly gone from my being, near death is felt
so intensely as I walk into a total abandonment.
Freeing my soul, intellect observing as it happens so
quietly, a silence completes me, it's so finely tuned
that I feel a part of it's infinite shadow.
Walking further into the fabric of it's sheer darkness,
serenity filling and soothing me, letting go, watching
self slowly disappear into the sheer nothingness of death,
something pulls me and I am awakened within my finality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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