There is so much joy in feeling the pain of being a person,

and then continually dying, emptying myself of myself.

 

As I die more deeply and empty of stories and descriptions,

I embrace my essential nothingness and you rise

and fill me with your grace.

 

We merge into one.

You extinguish me and I become the sun.

 

There is so much joy in feeling the pain of being a person,

and then continually dying, emptying myself of myself.

 

I am reduced to simply Being.

 

The climax of existence is dying as a person and being born as love,

Entering into nothingness, and exploding into being everywhere as everything.

 

The play of pretending to be separate, only to return, sweetly return

over and over again to Oneness.

 

I offer my body to all things,

disappearing into my own eyes and laughing  tears of joy.

 

 

© 2012 Bethany Webster

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