Life Memoirs

Life pens its memoirs in the fine lines
of a contented but decaying body.
Each stroke an epitaph to a chapter
and a manifestation profoundly lived.
Crafting deep passages on moments
full of authentic friendship and love.
Purple ink transforming crude judgment
into the embrace of a shared humanity.
Drafting a final chapter on the gratitude
of being invited back home, to ourselves.


Letting go in soft slow motion
into the cold black weightless
into the serenity of stillness
into the safe quiet nothingness

Letting go of tauten demands
into a lull of thoughtlessness
into a truth of homelessness
into a chrysalis of awareness

An interlude of breathlessness

Letting go in gentle exhalation
into the brilliant luminousness
into the light of hopefulness
into the hand of boundlessness

Eli Eli Lama Sabachtani

Eli Eli lama sabachthani.
At the table of bread and love we shared
Eli Eli lama sabachthani.
In the garden of tears and futile prayers
Eli Eli lama sabachthani
On the soft lips of a betrayer friend
Eli Eli lama sabachthani.
Echoing in words drifting across a fire
Eli Eli lama sabachthani.
On the cutting edge of a mortal spear

Please take this cup away from me
The bitterness is overwhelming me
Let me find another less painful way
Fear unbearable, the price I pay
The merciless tide of destiny pushing me Passage of torturous death awaiting me
I fall, I pray, I cry
I die
It is done
I have become