Alessandra savors solitude,
Looking for connection to the whole.
Each of us is all, and so includes
Such rapture as resides in every soul,
Selfless self, with neither will nor goal.
Anticipating death, she undoes life,
Needing nothing, wanting, wishing nothing,
Delivered from what would engender strife,
Relinquishing all but simple acts of being,
A conqueror of all that's worth the winning.