The loss of margin of body mind
when death arrives, hope it’s kind.
We never know what lays beyond
for the spirit journey, hope it’s kind
and purposeful travels of meanings.
Fate of accomplishments,
hope they await in the unknown.
Feelings of living, incomplete.
Wishing for everyone the
eternal of all in memories.
Our time is an illusion in
physical. We are spirit
eternal, a beginning from
elsewhere. The forever,
understand the speckle of
lifetime illusions of time.
Look at the forever and
see the brevities of life
each in some aspect of
the is, of this is and we, be.