Thoughts On Immortality

It comes down not to what I seek but what the rocks and flame and embers of a still pervasive spirit make of silence that forgets itself. It is the metaphor that reaches for a truth that lurks in turn beneath the waves. It calls out only to the one surrendering his consciousness and in that trust, himself! That is where the glory lies, and words may not intrude. Being then calls not unto its own, nor does it look beyond, but rests where need may not be understood or even known. Does he who meditates step into the shadow realm that death affords? There is a price in knowing; neither art nor artifice will take him there. Nor may the odds be calculated, breath and risk inseparable, until one day a paradise we didn't plan or dare to verbalize, may then proclaim and offer forth its own fulfillment of a dream or, yes, perhaps new mind that will confound it all. ~