At the end of this excursion and its light intense expedition,
Death comes prowling with a cordial welcome,
Like an amiable genial host,
For all of us who instinctively and involuntarily,
Receive his faded invitation at the moment of our birth.

His long anticipated alleviation comes startlingly,
Only to hit us with the certainty of a sacred approach,
As we emerge into his obedient audience,
And he into our past new navigator.

We instantly exit and we enter,
Another ingredient of who we are,
-The cook prepares the feast-,
The clarity of this new mode announces,
The fearless recurrence with jubilation,
I will not resist.

Yet I’ll leave when I wish.

Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.