We are afraid of truth, afraid of fortune, afraid of death, and afraid of each other. Our age yields no great and perfect persons. – Ralph Waldo Emerson

Prompt:  15 Minutes to Live

End Notes . . .May 31, 2011

Drifting

My time is fleeting.  There is no turning back and no moving forward.  Now is all that remains. Less than fifteen minutes left on this journey.  After all the years, the path becomes clear and the destination is visible.   Ten minutes more.  What to do?  Improvise.   Listen to final sounds—jazz.  I feel the music still my soul, release my anxiety and transform my spirit.  Jazz frees me.  Freedom moves me.  Email ending notes of passion, happiness and gratitude to those I love and will leave.  Four minutes.   I lose myself in prayers of thanksgiving for so much, in prayers of guidance for humanity left behind and prayers of hope for unfolding futures.  My eyes close. My mind drifts.  My thoughts leave a smile on my face.  With this ending comes a new beginning.