Between the posts of now and yet-to-be
exists an air of utter mystery.
The apprehensive ego speculates
its end occurs when there’s no more of me.
Defiantly, it strives to storm the gates
of heaven, railing hard against the fates,
but on a quiet sea untouched by storms,
the soul knows immortality awaits.
For energy is endless — it transforms
in ways we can’t conceive as essence warms
to universal consciousness. Esprit
arises from Creation’s vapor swarms.
Regardless of the how or why, the key
is living in The Now abundantly.