I must look beyond
lest myself I diminish
into dwarfish proportion
in my self-inflicted isolation
for the whole world is waiting
beckoning--life is singing
to be left out or alienated
is the worst form of dying-

there's a universal pulse
that's ever beating
as though in unison
with our human spirit
thats seeks to depict
the drama and wonder
of every facet of our living
to be alive is the greatest blessing--

everywhere ideas grow
and flow ceaselessly
profusely from land to sea
if I waken my burdened heart
in a luminous cosmic setting
it will feel every earthly beauty
be courage-renewed, inspiration bring
never, never would it be wanting-

if I must die--let it be
that my hours have been spent
amidst the splendour
of music, art, architecture
the immortal words of poetry
caressed by love, cradled
in the ***** of joy, transported
to mysterious heights of experience
where not a single moment has been wasted
where the self's narrowness and pity
would no longer be-revisited
it will be sweet then to lay down
all my labours, with spirit resurrected
and nothing to be regretted-

there's no ending
only the beginning.