The Next Life

The Next Life

The wind is blowing strongly by the stones
And I am here, the guardian of these bones
Not by learning, nor by skill, another way
Tide upon the sand, waves against the bay
And here I am, I am who I am, not more
No magic, no circle, no opening the door
The moon across the graves, shadows fall
But no rites needed, nothing to enthrall
These are not needed, and no secrets here
Paths of renunciation, of removing fear
Of giving up the spells, self now dying
Truth sets free, takes away all the lying
No hidden path, only windswept sands
Blown lightly on the shore, and strands
Of seaweed, cast up with the rising tide
And only daylight, sun, no place to hide
The next life, time to let go, time to be
Finding the rhythms of the eternal sea.