Harbors of Love Unfelt (Without Homes and Dressings, Part II)

What one receives through living,
either as income, success, measures of love unannounced
is not what matters.

What is most significant is dying,
arriving at the other side,
to finally know what awaits
to take that walk towards death bravely
with composure and a willingness
to disregard the noise of life
that attempts to trap you with mere possessions.

Leaving this space for the unacknowledged creation
of time and matter
spirit and soul
longing and regret,
as there are very few who can say that they have no regrets,
but to let yourself spill into that next awakening
clean from this totalitarian existence
like a marble dropped into storm-riddled cloud.

Love is not fleeting.
It was never here.
All love on Earth is an imitation of what is to come
in the next shade of existence,
in the next pattern towards being closer
to seeing God.

It is possible we will not see God the next life.
It is possible there are still more worlds yet,
more realms of existence,
before we get to that state of agelessness.

Once arrival has been determined
you can hear the call of the awaiting end
of this telescope into an empty space.
We can become one with the measures we have created
for all our short life, towards the shedding of memory
and lost wasted time.
We can become one with the bright shine of resemblance
that bothers you in the night,
whether the tremors or good or bad,
we will walk into the next-room seeing what we were expecting
and knowing what we should have known all along.

Without Homes and Dressings (Part I)