After death,
I will not be gone—
I will be wind, touching your skin,
I will be silence, deep within.
The body fades, the name dissolves,
But the soul—
The soul returns to the rhythm of stars,
To the breath before beginnings,
To the light that dreams all forms.
There is no end,
Only a door swinging inward.
I become the question and the answer,
The seed, the flame, the sky undone.
I will not speak,
But you will feel me in stillness—
When time pauses,
And your heart remembers
That it too is part of the infinite.
Death is not loss,
But a returning to source.
A merging with the song
That sings through all.
So do not mourn—
I have not vanished.
I have returned to everything.
Jul 26, 2025
Jul 26, 2025 at 2:16 AM UTC
After death,
I will not be gone—
I will be wind, touching your skin,
I will be silence, deep within.
The body fades, the name dissolves,
But the soul—
The soul returns to the rhythm of stars,
To the breath before beginnings,
To the light that dreams all forms.
There is no end,
Only a door swinging inward.
I become the question and the answer,
The seed, the flame, the sky undone.
I will not speak,
But you will feel me in stillness—
When time pauses,
And your heart remembers
That it too is part of the infinite.
Death is not loss,
But a returning to source.
A merging with the song
That sings through all.
So do not mourn—
I have not vanished.
I have returned to everything.
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