The Call of the Oracle

I release the density
of self, step into stillness.
My brain kicks up resistance,
fighting a futile battle
against the inevitable.
The call is too great.
This is (my) destiny.I release this tired cloak of doing,
air out my being in a playful breeze,
delight in the lightness of nothingness.Nothing to do but wait
for the Oracle to speak,
and heed the invitation
to be a vessel
for Her wisdom.