The wasted mind, heavy
Clouded by the fog
Sinking into a muddy bog.
The wasted heart, broken
Left on the sidewalk.
The wasted body, decaying
Biding its time
Waiting for the guards of death.
Go gently into the night.
Under the waxing moon of the summer sky
Seek refuge in the awakened heart.
If grief is present
Rain shall fall, soon washed away
For hope to come out to play.
If love is unspoken
Held like secrets in the bosom
Let hearts awaken
For silence to blossom.
If death is near
In seven purities I seek. One day
Before the Awakened one, I lay bare
At the pearly gates, eager to tell my story.
I go gently into the night.
The trees whisper to me
Be of good courage, they say
On a still night, seek meditation
On a rough night, watch the stars twinkle.
The virtuous dedicate their merits. Awakened
Accepting refuge in their hearts. Shining
Like the brightest stars of the Summer Triangle.
They too shall go gently into the night.
Noelle L, 12.06.2020