Death nears;
What you thought you
needed loses importance
Why shiver and focus on a dark
quivering hand?
Rather than the golden chalice
you hold and the toast being
proposed to new possibilities
In the same way love enters your life
The “I” (ego) a corrupt, self-absorbed
Tyrant king that dies during the night
Let him go…
Breathe in new air
Freedom awaits you
Let everything go
Be still
Quiet
Die that you may live
ROTMS
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