Transcending Fear
Illusion of death felt as reality
An arrow piercing our heart
Allows exhalation at the finality
A thought with which we restart
Is it regret or relief or fear or desire
Free flowing or looking back or ahead
Or are we bursting with bliss all afire
That it matters not if our body is dead
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2020
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