Where we go

 

What we once were – cosmic consciousness,

becomes, not but, a misty veil,

lost in that bright light of birth.

hat we will experience, along with,

 

become who we will be – are –

is in part, nature and nurturing.

What we have lived is who we – we’re

before it all comes to an end – changes.

 

What we then become are but memories

others have of what they understood us to be.

Our time passed – passing into memories hoard –

will be like tear drops shed, falling with and absorbed

 

into droplets of rain washed away – swept into the sea –

evaporating with the passing of time, the passing of life

that comes with the death of the living

as well as the death of the dying.

 

B. J. “A ” 2

July 15^th 2004