First collect the darnel and tie it in bundles to be burnt.
Then gather the wheat into my barn.
We forget all that we have learnt.
Our memories a long lost yarn.

Last night I felt like I did as a boy.
I seemed to separate myself from my body.
I was rushing down a slide, unable anything to embody.
In a bottomless hole there was neither fear nor joy.

Is this a foretaste of with death our union.
Do we see our body slowly dissolve.
Is the link between mind and body an illusion.
It’s a riddle that since boyhood I have been unable to solve.

This feeling only comes in a half awakened state.
Only then can we start to wipe clean the day’s slate.

Haiku

When just half awake
You separate your body
Is this his a first death

[Note: First two lines are from Matthew 13:24-30]