Who were you
before your parents were born?
Who are you now
before you believe
that thought?
There is
an imposter in the house.
He terrified your ancestors too.
With many names
he feeds on your fear,
is nourished
by your sorry stories
of better or worse,
of me against you.
There is a short cut,
a way through
this ancient suffering.
Short,
because there's no distance
between the beginning,
middle
and end of this passage
and who you already are.
But it's a deep cut,
a flaming sword
that will take your head
and feed it to the lions,
releasing your heart
to sprout new eyes
that can see
and ears that can hear.
Die before you die.
This is the miracle of life.
Die before you die.
This very moment,
every moment,
give up your fight
against mortality.
With every ounce of your being
bring yourself completely here.
Abandon your distaste
of this earth
and the guaranteed end
of your body.
You come from the stars,
but every world is a true home.
It is only when you meet death
exactly as it is
that you will know the difference
between the vampire
that sucks you dry,
and the eternal light
of the present.
~~Luke Anderson
