A soul may be…
happy, crushed, sad, numb, broken.
None or all at one time or another.
It may feel as a heavy rock, pulling down
To the bottom of an ocean,
But this ocean is bottomless,
The final destination unknown…
The place where we, humans, decide souls go,
Is in a better place,
Depending on …
what we, as individuals, believe in.
Upon the death of my friend, I had a vision
I cannot see anything,
Standing on the edge of a precipice,
at the very edge of it, staring down.
I hope to see into the depth of the place
Where souls might reside,
and find hers.
What if I loose my emotional balance,
And step forward into the endless precipice,
Where I think souls find peace?
A passing thought!
Instead, I take two steps back,
In the reality and safety of the Now.
I continue to contemplate and question:
Where do souls reside?
When the time comes,
I wish my soul will be pulverized
In a million particles, so small,
They could enter the hearts of the ones I love.
I know, they will not see it, but feel my presence.
When they do,
I hope they will allow my soul
To rest next to theirs…
before the wind blows it away into eternity…