the end of life

a beautiful wise woman

stared out the window.

into the night.

a long, graceful life she had lived.

one full of meeting beautiful souls

a variety of personas

and interests

and ways of life.

she thought back to her youth.

her teen years.

her young adulthood.

her prime adult years.

and continued on

wow, she thought

how lucky am i to have known and danced among such lovely beings.

she gifted each person that crossed her mind a space of love and peace and deep, deep appreciation.

this carried her all through the night.

thinking and admiring her mom

sharing gratitude for that boyfriend.

feeling blessed for her beautiful friends.

yet something felt incomplete.

she was missing someone.

someone so significant and important.

yet no one came to mind.

as she gazed outside she caught her own reflection.

she continued with the puzzling thought, "who am i missing?"

pure presence over took her.

she returned to the glimpse of her own image.

reached her hand out.

"oh how could i"

she allowed herself to reminisce, experiencing the deepest love and appreciation.

the most beautiful memories.

the difficult and tumultuous times.

the great obstacles and learning.

the triumphs, as well as the tribulations

"how could i ever forget the most beautiful person i have ever known?"

she hugged herself.

basked in this love.

as she drifted to sleep,

the sun began to rise.

she made her way home.

and when she arrived,

she was greeted with the most joyous vibrations of the sky.

"you learned the greatest lesson,

you truly grasped what it means to be alive."