Continuum

As each cell dies,
And gives birth to another,
As each breath dies,
And gives birth to another,
As each thought passes,
And gives rise to another,
We offer peace.

As each sound erupts,
And is heard or is not,
We are left with silence.
As each movement propels,
Soothes and alters our being,
We are left within stillness.

As each tear dries of its own accord,
As each emotion is felt,
Noticed and released,

We are left in emptiness.