Am I dying?

Did I hear you say I am dying?

Did you really mean that?

Voices I hear, thoughts I get

are stranger still when

I know not what it means.

Tell me, am I really going to die?

Lost in this world

Knowing not where I have come from

Knowing not where I am headed

Knowing not who I am

Just living in this moment

Seems endless

The River said:

‘Why fear being lost in the world? Why worry who you are?

Just tell me have you ever thought of asking me who I am?

Have you ever wondered whether I am lost?

The River speaks:

‘Did you hear me under the Banyan tree, tell stories forgotten, remembered?

 Do you remember what the cloud said?

 Here I am. I do not know who I am, where I belong.

 Do I leave? Or do I stay?

 Did I ever have a choice?

The dying River

Dryness forever, empty
Forever
Nothing

Mindless, I walk open
in the field, there's nothing:
the landscape is empty
Lost in this
my absence hardly changes
anything at all

Why listen? Why wait?

I'm ready to leave