death: Love, I always falter to find anything of meaning. I never even find it strange that I can't seem to feel or read anything of people. No emotions, no thoughts on the matter, just feels like air; empty. Now all is quiet and peaceful. It is as if nothing can bother me. Not love. Not hate. Nothing can affect me at all. Not even the fact that nothing can affect me is capable of bothering me. I became everything I can. I was all I ever could be. Then in one instant everything was mine, when all was lost, I became everything. Now I have no more dreams, no false hope, no sense of security. I have no sorrow, but I have no joy so no matter. There are no aching memories, no longing, no lust, no tears, no jealousy, no self-hatred. Nothing is missed. Nothing to want. In fact, I have nothing because there is nothing and I am nothing no more. Whomever I was, I am not, and can never be again. There is no falling, no failing, no hopelessness, there is no great distance to overcome, there are no cold winters and no hot agonizing summers, no bodily ailments, and no poisonings of the mind. There is nothing beside me that can anger me, bother me, or disrupt me. All of the years of life are now gone. These are the years of death to come. Far and away from any human soul or for time to grow. There is never a way home from here. My "life" is thus... that I have transcended devotion. I have transcended reality, the day and the night, time itself, and it is here that I wait for the next reality. But who dare go there who has been there before? Life, yes, it was full of passion. Streams and streams of flowing water, flowing love, blue skies, sunlight, air, first times, experiencing the rush of being near me (of being near death) but not quite reaching it, then smiling because you knew that what you did made you come close. But then there are also the pains, the sufferings, and the heartaches. Of witnessing those you love suffer, and eventually die. Of losing your true love, of losing your mind, of losing yourself. Those times when you wish you were dead because you realized that in death you would find peace. I am the ultimate reality. Death comes to all, but to all not love. I let it all go. Am Alone, absent the world.
love: Death, I feel you in shadows, and in times of sorrow, but I cannot let it carry me through life, for I am Love. Lost always, but dreaming and searching with eyes wide open, heart wide open, and arms wide open. The memories that you've thrown away, are the memories that I pick up to hold onto, and anything that is left behind I keep with me in my heart for as long as I am able to. For when times are tough, I am the strength to go on believing, that the time will come again when all is love, happiness, and joy. I am able to fill the void that people speak of when life is perceived to be unbearable. I am alive in hopes, wishes, dreams, and I am real and true when people allow me to be. I am an unbelievable feeling of happiness, of security, and of wholeness. I am the pure connection, that once found, no one wants to break, because I am unique to this existence in the present. I am attainable through the vessel of life, here amongst the living, but you are only attainable when all of existence is gone. Death comes to all, but to all not love, but this is what makes life worth living. I am worth searching for and trying for and holding onto. I make life what it means to be alive. I take away the pains that you speak of, I free their minds and mend their wounds. I heal their souls. I put a smile upon their faces. I am alive in songs, words, melodies, sight, poems, hugs, kisses, feelings and thoughts. I am felt in their hearts and minds, and I represent persistence, trust, fearlessness, and kindness. I make them feel invincible, unbreakable, and immortal. One can define oneself as love and decide that there is no such thing as wrong, only righteousness, only paradise, only heavens so bright. In this reality, there are only clear Blue skies, endless stars to reach to and wish upon, and many days ahead that are filled with love. The feelings of home, being with those you love and who love you in return. It is a true feeling. Being the light. Being the source. Being love. Being the one thing that can carry people on and ultimately allowing them to feel like it is ok to cross over. And although sometimes they weep when I am lost, they will always long for me again without question. A belief in forever, but you prefer to let it all go. Surrounded, in this world.