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

Leave a Comment