Well, it's a deep subject

I don't want to put you in the pits

shining our growth back to its holy light

we all know what happens to fruit after it's ripe

the deathly fingers of age begin to grasp

pulling you off your mortal path

surely you didn't think it could last

 if we stumble, we might just roll

roll down the hill

out of control

into the pit below

not with the flames and demons with their forks all prodding 

in our grave with our lifeless corps rotting

the final process unfolds

we disperse

we return

 love, peace, and happiness, we no longer yurn

without heart ache

without our faults

nor punishments

we are with the one and as one we no longer exist

we no longer resist

one cannot discribe in words the constant state of nothing

there is no discription to unfold our imagination

greater the feeling than of rays upon our skin traveling from the Sun

unable to paint through the eyes that of which can't be seen

our minds can't carrying its dream

more passionate its lustfulness than what we share in making love

the air can't deliver its holy vibrations

more beatiful  than a new born babies cry

warmer than your smile upon my heart

tastier its juices than that from our mother's bossom

 

 without purpose

 without face

we leave this place

our intanglements now reverberate 

the lives we touched 

scribed upon the beating heart

the blood that still moves

 shifts of change remain

the raindrops upon the mirrored lake

 our gifts being opened

not to early and not too late

through the flowing rivers

our promise delivered

our aging beauty 

without force

without surrender

THE END