Leave the Past in Ashes

I am born anew each morning, expecting nothing and grateful for everything.  I am pulled toward an idea of god with every breath and sigh and whimper and hiccup.  I am the inherent nature of things.  I am the peace I long for.  I am letting go.  I leave my past, my pain, my fear in ashes at the edge of the world, swept up by the wind and carried away like the fading song of a distant Siren stretched taught to the end of her invisible tether.  All is silent.