‘Let go into the clear light, trust it, merge with it. It is your own true nature, it is home.’

From the Bardo Thodol, known in the West as the ‘Tibetan Book of the Dead”, 8th-14th century

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vulture-offering,
the treasured carcass,
take it to the sky, piece
by piece,
release it, shimmering, piece
by piece,
to an infinite space

I am not the body,
the I-less I, limpid,
still,
resplendent,
incandescent,
consumed by rainbows

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