The Last Day

If it were my last day on Earth,
the final day of this story, in which I am now,
I would slow down even more.

• In the awareness that these apparent seconds are measuring the time that will soon end, I would gaze with delight at the images of my life.
• I would breathe slower, speak quieter, or remain silent.
• I would write letters to those I was fortunate to love, thanking them for every detail of our shared journey.
• I wouldn't look back but contemplate these states of perception as unique gifts.
• I would marvel at the last sunrise and sunset, every breeze in my hair, every glance from a person.
• I would smile at everything, knowing I was blessed with this experience in Form and celebrate every heartbeat.

My last day on Earth would be an act of surrender and gratitude. If I could stay longer, everything would still be relevant, the mysteries of this exceptional moment Together would be even more deeply perceived, my Beloved.

If the next breath turned out to be the last, I would disappear from this world of illusions, remembering that it was worth experiencing and awakening to another act.