She walks through dusk, her edges fade,
Her body soft, her movements slow.
The world around begins to bend,
Yet she feels whole—no need to mend.

The weight of flesh dissolves to show,
Her shape is now river, wild in flow..
No weight to hold, no past to chase,
Her soul is open, a vast embrace.

She lifts, she soars, no chains remain,
No fear, no loss, no trace of pain.
Her penumbra forms as she drifts away,
Becoming pure essence, the only way.