You say you are afraid of losing consciousness
Every time you close your eyes you disappear
From the world into darkness.
You say you are afraid of being conscious
Of your own beating heart and human breath
Ephemerally moving to fall.
But have you ever considered that within
The same quiet darkness,
Within the same stream of consciousness
A seasonless awareness flows effortlessly
Remembering every moment you held
Where every breath rejuvenated
A new spring destined to make you flower
Giving form and color to the most
Memorable season of all:
Your beating heart, your human breath.
Moments you touch with your fingertips,
Touch them with wonder, not with fear.
They are the hands that will
Rise you up from the dreaded motionless river
That made you and that will remake you
From a fallen leaf to a rose petal
In the quiet darkness you carry within.