Poetry / Somewhere Beyond Time
Who knows what will happen after death, as we travel through the darkness and into the boundaries of eternal light.
We gaze into the future and imagine the natural purity and insight.
We live and die, without reason, before fading away with the ever changing seasons, been part of nature. Burning like stars suspended amongst the astral plains; supernova explosions as worlds collide, black-holes separate particles from a dieing sun’s divide.
It is human nature, to think about what lays ahead of our race. As we look towards the stars for an answer; for a reason for been here.
Some times I lay down and meditate in the darkness of a silent room.
I close my eyes so I can imagine myself floating through time in an endless void of transcendentals. Somewhere beyond time, in a place amongst the stars I have a place reserved for my soul.
Somewhere beyond time, galaxies expand into life, deep in the depths of space. As everything blends together as one in harmony. And there somewhere beyond time, evolution gives life to a new world. A world where we are free of all things that keep us tied to this mortality.
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Your writng sounds like mine. I can picture this. You are very adept with description. Your prose begs a reason: why are we here? What is our purpose. We all have one common thred, we came into this world crying and we will surely go out dying. No one is exempt. What will happen to us at death is a universial thought and wonderment. Some look at death as a freeing up of the soul—merely the next step to a bigger picture. Thank you friend for the beauty of the prose. A friend, Sandi
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