Life and the timeline.

Desire fades as death nears. An elder learns that life is to live when life is here, and it is to relinquish when the time comes. I dig my feet into the sand, wet my pallet with the moist air from ocean waves, and dive my entire body into the essence of this moment. darkness surrounds; hungry with a full belly. relaxed with anxiety ready to boil over. at ease, yet ready to pounce. My prey seems to be my poor soul, devouring from the inside. Yes, sustaining. I am here as I am, no one can take that from me. Change my being and I can just be me in this world, no matter what. that is my true ease. Direction or directionless, Finding iN-FoRmaTion to be Re-FoRmeD as my soul expands breathe by breathe, My temporal body is deteriorating quickly, only prolonged by the love and compassion I give and tend to - my feet. Closest to the earth. My shakras cry for stability but understand that waves do not hit shore without movement. Ups and down like the eb and flow of my being. I am moveable. I am energy. I see through facades and I am connected to the divine.