The only question that matters is,
will you hold your last breath
in resistance,
or give it away
in gratitude?
The answer is how
you do it now.
Each exhalation a departure,
each inhalation a gift.
Dying and living are not two.
At the still point between
it is always solstice.
Take in the Winter moon.
Give back the night.
Listen to the birthless seeds
singing to the sun
all through the long
good darkness.