Saturday, November 15, 2008

In death, I still breath

In death I shall live
To see the path lay bare
Sprinkled with dried leaves
And plants around
To mark my oneness
With skies, beasts and man.

For I seep through earth
To mingle with her.
And through the roots
I climb to the tip of each leaves
To kiss the air around.
And I shall go on living
In all forms that exists
For now and forever.

I am eternal.

©cyclopseven. All rights reserved 151108


  1. "I am eternal" --

    if you can hold the feeling -- life is done!!

    poems are more profound, i feel


  2. I feel death is a way of living again....

  3. The interconnectedness of all things is perfection itself - how humbling to be a tiny part of it. Like the way you ended this.