Questioned Before Death

 QUESTIONED BEFORE DEATH

I was gazing at the mountain’s peak,
taking notes, scribbling on rocks.

Expanding my being until reaching you.
I feel everything happen, watching the seed sprout
and the flower forget itself.

I approach a window, see a suffering soul
and death waiting,
from afar I see the end of spring.

They summon me in the city; I appear at dusk,
and like one not expected,
I come bringing peace and feeding the candle’s wick.

— Once more, here I see you,
in bed you ache, and your body is afraid.

— I see that mourning is alive in you,
at the appointed hour, you’ll bid farewell to your friends.

— Now listen and prepare yourself,
death approaches, but life does not stop.

— You have little, but you lack not much,
today you’ll make your passage and leave
upon the earth, this flesh and this baggage.

— Listen to the song flowing like water,
hear the emanation freezing your body,
slowing your heart and introducing into your soul the luminous portal.

I understood my sentence and did
what must be done, for I prepared
my whole life to go through you.

For death gave me the song,
and with open wings
I fly from farewell to surrender,
to the silencing of my heart.