The Day The Earth Stood Still

The day the earth stood still,

I gripped your hand

and we jumped off the earth

into a void vacuum of nothingness.

We fell.

We fell.

We fell.

The day the earth stood still,

I gripped your hand 

and we fell. And we landed.

We landed on a plush, soulful,

golden field. And there,

We bloomed.

We bloomed.

We bloomed.

The Bare Truth?

The fact that I am one day, going to die and leave this vessel of flesh does not scare me. What scares me is that I do not know what lies beyond. Where will I go? Will I cease to exist at all, reduced to nothing but dust and bones? Will my very being, my soul die along with me? Or is there a place for wandering souls like me?

But I, I am energy. My being is an undying, cosmic energy. I can neither be created nor destroyed. I am eternal. I am infinite. So I would like to believe that I, an energy, will fill up a once void vessel again and again.  With every death, I am renewed.

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