Passing

Passing

If the dead are dead, then let them die.   

You do not know where you are.
Why would you know where you are going?  

You are not at peace with who you are.
Why would you be at peace with who you are becoming?   

If a blind man opens his eyes, is he illumined also?

If a man of vision shuts his eyes, he too is blind.  

If the eye is merely dreaming, then let the dreamer sleep.  

If the eye is filled with light, then let the darkness pass.   

In the dark of night, the dreamer sleeps;  
In the light of day, the children laugh and play.
In the wake of life...

Death seems a strange and distant memory:   
Foreign and vain in its nostalgic poignancy.