Passage

There was a time when I knew everything.

Bodhisattva,

creator of new worlds,

no longer earth bound.

The light was consumed by my heart

and it dispersed throughout, down to the marrow of my consciousness,

my dreams altered.

Now I stand on the edge to nothing,

of being unknown.

What a relief.

The things that mean the most can’t be explained

and I’m unable to name what has been possessed,

it lives only in the silences now.

As when I was a little girl, I pass my fingers across my lips,

closing, then locking

and toss away the key.

Today I watch as birds drop from the trees like little brown leaves,

momentarily staining the light through the branches

Let it go, let it go,

let all of it go.