"the last breath"

What a moment ...when mortality ...will be no more...

 

 

As the winds of life,

My soul gently leads to its inner rest,

I  cease not in this momemt of bliss,

For to rest would impede not thine own,

But that which is me,

 

And so my soul to the winds of change ignore,

For it knows none but its path to its eyes be glued,

In this vast abys yet everreadily sublime,

It chances not to forsake its heart,

 

And here at last it sees itself,

In that mystery of life soothingly  pure,

It can nothing do but enshrine this cure,

In its inner quest  to love undure,

 

This breath that once eluded its grasp,

Is yet so close to its yearning heart,

For in that one instance of glance,

The eternal sought has to it succumbed.

 

 

Author's Note

What a moment ...when mortality ...will be no more...!

Reviews

[AnthonyBrumley]

"none but its path" very cool

[Tommy]

Wow, this is wonderfully expressed Vincent; I love the message and relish the thought. Hope my impeding haphazard self does not get in the way of living life after this day.

RLG,
Tommy

[Wicahpi]

A moment, indeed if there is life after 'the end', which
I believe there is. Interesting write of thought.