As I lay me down to rest

As I lay me down to rest. As I slip into slumber. What am I trading life for? The great exchange. Energy. Consumption. Inward. Outward. Income and expenditure. My life as a $2 coin. It doesn’t matter how old I am. What am I in exchange for? 1996 and 2021. The value of my sol remains unchanged. My flesh grows, and then, comes and goes, decaying into the mercy of earth’s great handling. The mercy of nature’s calling. Longing. Raise me up and then decay me down. There is beauty in my breakdown. Breaking down what I have come to know. Reforming. Nothing is ever lost. All that I have come to know is redistributed in a new form. Be joyed by the wanderlust. Traveling through time. Faces and places. I have no control over when I will die. I am the other person. The other person that I know death will visit. One day it will happen to me and I may not be ready. Will I ever be ready to say goodbye? Will I ever be ready to take my last breath? Ready to take my last breath and say goodbye. I want to be ready. I want to let myself go in ultimate abandon; with great consciousness so that I can bring myself into the next journey with pride and graciousness. Every day I die as I sleep and come alive again as I wake each morning. I say thank you for the blessings of a new day. For each day is sacred and I am excitable by the unknown. Whom I may encounter. New seeds I may sow. I look forward to how I may flourish and nourish for today and all that is yet to come. My story is a story of many stories past. My story is a story that intertwines with many stories that are yet to come.

Love and live. I do not let my longing get too strong, for all I have is what I have here today and I choose to accept this in great faith.