Where We Go
Where we go
What we once were – cosmic consciousness,
becomes, not but, a misty veil,
lost in that bright light of birth.
What we will experience, along with,
become who we will be – are –
is in part, nature and nurturing.
What we have lived is who we – we’re
before it all comes to an end – changes.
What we then become are but memories
others have of what they understood us to be.
Our time passed – passing into memories hoard –
will be like tear drops shed, falling with and absorbed
into droplets of rain washed away – swept into the sea –
evaporating with the passing of time, the passing of life
that comes with the death of the living
as well as the death of the dying.
B. J. “A ” 2
July 15th 2004
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