"All things escape as if leaving me when I am the one leaving."
Each time I read this something strikes me anew.
As my time grows shorter, I consider all
I've accumulated with a wince and a vow to "cull my life."
Leave only my robe and slippers behind.
"If I try to remember it all, I'll go mad."
Perhaps its a mercy to forget...
all but the love and awe and wonder?
I want to make sure there's enough of those
to carry me over the threshold.
Namaste'
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