Friday, April 12, 2013

Of Journeys

Eight souls enter
All clad in rust, the eldest presides
Elevated over the commons
The silence is enveloping

A chant prompts stirring from below
Eyes close
Heads lower
Hands meet at the heart

Those in rust are bound
Physically and spiritually, I am you and you are me
A final prayer reminds us
There is no beginning; there is no end

Only a return to the world
May you be gazed upon with fortune
Now blessed for their journey
One soul departs

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