The ultimate letting go

It seemed to me that a posting about death would be appropriate for Memorial Day. I offer you another passage from A Gradual Awakening by Stephen Levine. I think this is utterly beautiful and deeply consoling. May it be so for each of you as well:

The death of the self may be full of the fear of letting go, of stepping off into the void, thinking that nothing will stop our fall, not recognizing that the void is our true nature. The void is the vastness in which we are occurring, it is the truth itself, and the whole idea of "someone" stepping off is just another bubble passing through. And we don't any longer need to define who we are, because who we become each moment is so much more than what we ever imagined. There's no need to limit who we really are with any definition. We are all of it. And only the contents of this vastness of mind, once identified with as a separate self, limit who we are.

Think of the void as absolute openness, spaciousness, receptivity, non-limitation. It is not annihilation. It is the ultimate becoming.