The body is a vessel for the soul’s journey

a whisperer of shadows

and the solemn surrender at the end of life

a fading star in the expanse of eternity

autumn leaves turning into winter.

each heartbeat is a fleeting moment,

a universe in its own right,

each thought a galaxy of memories and dreams,

the shroud of everything before it

woven with threads with regrets,

a celestial dance in near darkness

transcending the boundaries of form

painted figures

waiting at the gates,

clapping hands when you arrive,

opening up silence like a virgin’s womb

into a strange lostness

reflecting and releasing, ripples of memory,

the soul—

opening up silence like a virgin’s womb,

a gateway into a strange lostness,

a realm reflecting and releasing, ripples of memory,

all essence and essence alone,

the spirit—

illuminating, illuminating the realms beyond,

realms and realms of undying existence,

and silence—

whimpering

like eyes talking in blindness

rowing the way forward

to wherever it leads to next.