The transition

When will you empty this place and space,

Born and occupied,

Absent of all true identity,

And filled with desire,

Not locked,

Not borrowed,

Only visited.

When will you empty this space and place,

And accept,

The dreamer in,

To dream,

A life,

Not of your design,

But all the same,

So sublime,

And effortless.

When will you empty this space and place,

So that you can be uncaring,

Who’s hand has spun the wheel of destiny,

Who guides reality,

And who procreates?

Where the dreamer dreams,

You will not,

And only then,

This space and place,

Filled and empty both,

No matter,

Then and only then,

Rest,

And live,

A life not driven,

Nor contained,

And certainly not remembered.