Can you sink into the fading part of any cycle,
like the moon setting over ice-crystal snow, night after night?

We spend our lives building visions out there,
only to find in the end, inner visions we must bear.

If we reject the emptiness of final stages,
we miss the experience of a different kind of fullness.

You could strive to repeat your triumphs in vain,
or let go and embrace the journey of the drawing tide.

Your life energy will fade, but enchantment
still sparkles from your soulful eyes.

Alongside the hopeless rage at the foolishness
of mankind and the aching memories of suffering.

In this maturity is hidden a new kind of freedom,
if you can integrate the strange gifts of innocence wedded to wisdom

Then you will see the silent flame dancing in your heart,
and the end of all demand for results will be at hand.

You can relax and point the way for other seekers
from the depths of your rich life.

The cycle of the wise elder asks us to weave
these threads into a mystical shroud.

The way is narrow...only a few shall pass that unknown threshold,
only the few will embark on this inner quest for hidden forests,
lonely deserts, stout windswept peaks, disappearing into clouds.

Please, let go...Let go of my hand...
I must go alone into the dark...
Maybe I'll love you again in another life...