Prayer to the Lord of Death

When it is right for me to enter your kingdom,
Lord of Death, Gatherer of Souls,
May I go gently.
May I be a leaf dropping from a tree.
May I be a snowflake falling from the clouds.
May I be a drop of dew drying in the light of dawn.
Like opening my hands, like letting go,
Like on final gift:
May it be like that.