When I no longer live with you...

When I no longer live with you,
I notice the falling snow,
the scent of fir, a star in the sky,
the parabola of the moon...

And this present age —
of madness, anarchy, and speed,
of fears, depressions, and the news
of something old, yet "new" —
can no longer dictate
how I should live,
how I should be,
or even how to survive.

It becomes nothing but the wrapper
of a candy we never shared,
back when we were still children,
And lived in different homes.
But Christmas trees were aglow,
tangerines lay in crinkled bags,
and Santa Claus,
with his weightless, spacious sack,
brought gifts for us all...

And then comes a kind of freedom —
from pain, from effort, from drama,
and even from myself —
where all of nature,
the whole world,
the entire universe
expands endlessly,
to the very essence of God.

And you can just sit and watch.
Or you can rise and fly.
Toward the Light.
The Light with no end.