When that final day comes to an end for me,
like the curtains that fall one last time on its closing night,
I will take my final bow
as I take the memory of this stage with me
into my resting place.
But this isn't my eternal dwelling place,
nor yours when your time arrives.
This passing, and all those before me,
have been foretold,
They are as trivial as blades of grass
emerging from the ground,
certain as the rising and setting of the sun.
But just as the sun that disappears from the eyes,
it has never ceased to be,
never dulled nor concealed,
but to the hearts that see,
see me in your heart then,
for there the universe dwells.
Do not hold these ashes dear,
for they but whisper tales,
stories of a dream-made character.
Know me as the ever-present silence,
and in prayers, I lay bare.
Remember me as the keeper of hearts,
and within yours, I find rest.
