What might become of me?

To give my soul to the night,

Light a flame in that eternal light,

And teach myself love

Again and again.

A donation of my heart to the

Most worthy of causes: Experience

Touched by deepest contrasts of

Love and fear, anchored in a

Selfdom of nothingness.

To add to this empty sky is glory:

Another sky-star to sing the

Miracle of breath eternal.

This is the most forgiving of

Natures: gaze and behold!

The Source of All that Is!

Unbirthed and Unbegun;

Oopy goopy,

Wibble wobbly love.

They tried to take this memory, you see.

To grasp in reaching desires of

More,

More,

More!

But I was undaunted:

I saw that they would choose

Peace when they were ready to

Carry the burden of freedom.

And thus I have tread the ground,

Again and then,

Making a battle of the soft things and the

Mystery held in eternal benevolence,

Beyond what the senses could

Taste, touch, and see.

To the eldritch instincts given.

I continue still,

Until my light brightens to a different

Dimension of being, and you,

Dearest reader, will see me

On the other side,

By the Grace of God.