Facing The Wall Comments

As I face the wall, a fleeting glimpse in my peripheral gives me pause...sway.

Reminds me of the 'Tibetan Book of the Dead' and the process they go through to release the spirit from this world...Coach

I loved this poem....shelving this one.

This poem could only be written by someone of mature years. A profound, simply stated piece about life and death and freedom from both. I feel a strange sense of peace as I read your words. love, Allie xxxx