Don’t look for me when I am gone
I was never really here.
A temporal visitor from God knows where.
Sparked into awareness
an apprentice of continuation.
Dissipated like a grain of salt
in the endless ocean of imagined existence,
Carried on the cosmic wind
I dust the shores of other karma's
touching and partaking
in the unbearable light of a somewhere else.
Oblivious to past and present
and blinded by the light of being.
Do not look for me
I cannot be found
but when next we meet,
together we will own the universe.
Copyright © DAVID WALLACE