Mountains of bones
Oceans of tears
Life after life
We are still here.
When will this end ?
That all depends.
Is there the wisdom
To let thing rest.
To let go of wanting
That relentless hunting
To sit in abiding
And enjoy just being.
Life’s quiet rhythm
A gentle throbbing.
Mind’s silent watching
Eventually ceasing …
” Cessation ”
By Sister Sylvia Bay