11:29 a.m. - 2007-10-22
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Where the heart is.
Where can one place a finger on a feeling?
Where in the body can one imagine our
collective source of emotion?
It's vague,
like finding a center to the universe,
it is relative,
and it is transient.
Perhaps that answers our question,
about life after death.
Perhaps our centers,
and stepping stones in the void,
a place of consciousness,
to rest between travels.
In that case,
our purpose is clear.
While we live, it is to live.
While we're dying, it is to be dying.
Acceptance.
But with a twist of lime,
of regret that keeps us transitioning
back and forth between wanting
to live forever,
and wanting to escape.
Perhaps the void has thoughts,
like dreams in celestial dust clouds,
beautiful but sad.
But the dust clouds too,
have direction.
