Staring into the abyss, the insulating void, I see you, I hear you. A space so empty yet so full. Suddenly I was free.
Every body has it’s cross.
Every soul has it’s loss.
No one walks the world untouched.
Along the way we al get smutched
Without crosses, no expansion.
Without expansion, no experiences.
We are here to experience the happiness,
the sadness, the light and the dark.
From that which arose experience, shall we return.
Child-like yet mature, remembering our essence.
The moment of our return.
No beginning, no end.