All of This:
it is preparation for walking in the world
as Light.
You have been found now,
and the running of many lifetimes
is over.
So as each layer of dust
is wiped clean from the surface,
the You
you have known
must disperse.

Let this Light become
your Speech & your Silence.

Let the grief
that has lived you
pass away.

Let the people
who love You
Love Themselves.

Let the Earth shake,
the Stars burn,
the Skies break
when You do:

as painful as this part is,
You were meant to know your Light.

—Em Claire, poet