Temporary
Death is always my reminder that living is Temporary, existing or lasting for a limited time; not permanent. That answers many questions of mine. Somewhat like a loan. Something given with the intent of getting it back, usually with interest we are taxed. What happens after we retire our spirits from these skin caves that hold the past the present, and moments in between. Where lost thoughts ruminate around corners beneath? Do our spirits take the beating for our human skin sacks' deceitful dealings during moments of conditioned freedom we had while living? I wonder if taking away our gift of choice, is the interest to be paid. While all along here we were fighting, living in this flesh-draped cape, trying desperately to live before the grand escape. Could this be the victory to which we were too close-minded to accept as fate? Yes, maybe this was the righteous ones' reward unto us, and the womb was the golden gate. We keep wishing and wishing to know what’s after this faze, but maybe this is the after that. Maybe this is the royal place. See it's all temporary which is the role he intended for "time", to play. A holder of minutes before you walk through the souls' reclaiming gates. Past the millions of seconds rented, of memories you made. The journey is silent as faith has no speech it’s an invisible state. Living is temporary in this physical place, as we all see when we sit at another wake. We are unaware of what comes after today, however, it’s promised that death is the only escape and entrance for these mere human estates.
Copyright © Sierra Mazzucca | Year Posted 2025
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