Being

Still silence waits
Far beyond
Thought

Images of past
Slip in and out
Words you said
So long ago

Counting…
Breeze passing though
The window of mind
Takes breath along
In its stream

Slowly…ever slowly
The beat slows to
Barely a pulse
As time…ceasing to be
Any measure of space

Endless space
Gone from perception

Here…
Alone in
Life itself, deathless
And eternal

Solitude

Remote from any boundary
Of consciousness

This

Beauty

Love

Happiness

Being