Scott Goewey

 

Before It Is Too Late

Will I let go in time
As darkness blankets my body,
Passing through sleep and dreams
Of waking, seized by fear? 

Will I let go in time
As the last breath does not return,
Sucked into the vacuum of stillness,
A part of greater breath? 

Will I let go in time
When unknowing reveals itself,
Exposing my last question becoming
My first: Will I let go? 

If birth was a letting go,
A giving way of spirit
In a marriage with the life of this body,
What is the reflection of life’s mirror? 

If life is letting go
In the give and take, the reflections
That occupy, possess and contend,
Who is seen, who sees?

(photo by Shannon Frazeur)