There are pebbles on the seashore They have been here forever. smoothed by the oceans sand. Almost soft in the countless washes of time. Every blemmish honed away until only their pureness of being remains.
When my mortal days are done. I shall place my soul Alongside these stones And let the waters of infinity smooth it like the stones. Until all that remains is its pristine purity. And then I shall place it on the shores of forever.