Where there is no death

Death comes closer everyday

It scrapes by me on a motorcycle

Misses me at the top of very long steep stairs

A mere glimpse of it leaves me reeling

Dazed momentarily as the strands of an epiphany are set in motion.

Every revolution of the earth invites a notion of
fireflies in a vanilla sky matrix

Shackled by routine and herded by a need to feed

The proclamation of what it is I need to live instead of

What it is I need to live, for

All the while inducing a deep soul sleep that

makes me forget

What illuminates and counts

As the hours and the seconds and the years are spent watching this machine

Toiling to maintain the means of the destruction from that which creates the solutions

Wrapped in blanketed lies that leave me senseless and mesmerized

When once again I rediscover nature's true embrace

And see it then,

Glowing in the darkness

My path to salvation

It is not knowing when or how this life will end
It is time, time and how it is spent.
Take one moment of silence, un-distracted
And discover this life un-skewed and un-protracted.
Fearlessly gaze past the mortal self to see the unending majestic ascent
Into the realm of divinity
Where there is no death.