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.