Transitionb Dying And Rising Poem by Mary Mc Creath

Did I say that I had,
Packed my suitcases?
That was a mistake.
No suitcases are necessary,
Where I am going.

Did I say I had,
bought my ticket?
No ticket is needed
where I am going.

Did I say had
studied the maps
of my new world?
There are o maps
needed to get to
where I am going.

How will I get there?
It is the easiest thing,
yet the most difficult,
to get to
where I am going.

I have to die
to the form I am
now in
and
let the form
that allows me
to live in
this new world
emerge.

There is no manual
to show me how to do this.
I have to trust the life process
that manifests forms
and
their containers.