Inside the Great Mystery that is,
we don't really own anything.
What is this competition we feel then,
before we go, one at a time, through the same gate?

This quatrain of Rumi's has been on my mind and heart a lot lately - since I signed up my 92 y/o father for home Hospice care two weeks ago.  He and I have talked about what's going on - how the melanoma is spreading to his liver and who knows where else, how he cannot remain at home without round-the-clock assistance, how he has one foot in this world and one foot in the unknown.