The Path of Immortality explores the timeless journey of the atoms that compose us, weaving together the origins of life from stardust to the cycles of death and rebirth. As we grieve the loss of loved ones, this poem offers solace, reminding us that no part of them is truly lost. Their atoms continue to shape the world, giving rise to new life in ways unseen. It is a gentle reminder that we are all part of an eternal path, a connection to the stars that transcends time and space.
 

From bursting stars in ages past,
Through endless dark, through fire’s flame,
The dust that shaped both stone and vast
Once held no voice, no soul, no name.

Yet drawn by time, by chance, by tide,
It found its path through cloud and rain,
To weave with breath, with pulse, with stride—
A spark within the mortal chain.

No form is lost, no trace departs,
No ember fades to empty night.
Each atom bound to beating hearts
Endures beyond our fleeting sight.

Through soil and sea, through ash and wave,
Through root and limb, through blood and sky,
The ones we love, though stilled and grave,
Live on, though never seen nearby.

For stars still cast their fiery seed,
New dust descends, new life takes hold.
And as our numbers swell and breed,
The heavens send down more than old.

So mourn, but know no thread is torn,
No soul is cast in vain away.
They shape the world in forms reborn—
Not lost, not gone, but changed to stay.