Shed this life loosely like a skin.
Clutching on to nothing, simply slip out:
Naked.
Pulling things within, to try to fill your empty heart:
making of this world your organs, guts, and form,
means you will shatter along with the shell.
Let go of this mere crust: hard and dead.
Finer than the living silk of flame,
you are the dimensionless heart of this continuum:
the unmoving center of the wheel.
Without mass transcend movement, and
shuck time and space
.