letting go

how strange
to let go of everything.
to loosen
your grip
on the cliff
of life.
letting yourself
fall,
tumble towards
a world free
of possessions,
letting love
fill the void
of want, of need,
of ego.
letting
compassion give
you wings to fly
past your heavy
self
and live forever
beyond this
which is all
temporary to begin
with. how strange
to let illness
win the battle
for your body,
knowing that there
is no sting
in death.