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We were miserable and exhausted by the rife. 
We leave the severe planet to fight for itself. 
Be patient, though! We admit in another life. 
Will toss the earth; however, we will not strife.
 
We sway from light to dark alike a fading star.
Our spirits run deep beneath the sea surface.
Our thoughts are a sort of dull fluid at night scar.
Alike a liquid that moves across an unseen furnace.

I yearn my days to be linked to spontaneous worshiping.
The meadow, the grove, and the creek were once one.
Consistently, it appears to me that the earth was spinning.
It looks to be engulfed by a halo of a bright cosmic sun.

A fantasy's brilliance and freshness sensation. 
One who existed earlier doesn't subsist anymore. 
I may coast anyplace I pick, without restriction. 
I can no longer discover the things that I have seen before.

Our being is nothing but slumber and forgetfulness. 
As we rise in the womb, our Souls appear in the skies.
Souls are the key to God's mystery, not forgetfulness,
We do not appear naked but rather with destiny rays.

We are liable for our birth, life, and death grim.
As we are still in our prime, blessing surrounds us! 
The child's growth allows the death shades to creep on to him.
Children will detect the glow so they will be able to spot its basis.
 
We will cease living; however, we won't be alive 
What is the significance of this for us? 
A borrower ought not to be utilized to cultivate contrive. 
It is the result of another person's activities. 

It takes a lot of effort to keep on developing. 
Although nature is eternal, our world is transitory.
As previously said, life is an awful feeling.
Desire not to be afraid around dying; it is destiny.

The immortal soul cannot abide endlessly on the body.
The earthliness of life has a dreadful effect on the soul.
Only immortality could teach the human to die godly.
Humans, as upright beings, require faith in the eternal.



Written: July 17, 2021

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