IGNITE YOURSELF

Burn up until nothing of you is left

but ash.

From an ancient gnarled oak,

roots deep into ground,

our limbs conspire and contort to reach the sun

and stretching beyond that familiar inviting light

 we speed and swirl past planets, suns and moons, 

flinging them out of our way

 we spiral outward, ever further-

faster then the speed of light.

it’s true!

we are past light

racing into nothing known,

an unseen endless void,

a deep drop into nothingness,

 die into nothingness, 

into silent emptiness.

This is the source of everything!