I wonder what was my destination.
I meet Death and realize it wasn’t what I had thought it’d be.
I run but do not find either Heaven or Hell.
I run. I pant. I cease to be dead.
I meet a new life.
More determined this time…
I run fast. I pant less. I live a little longer and then I cease.
Wondering still, what was my destination meant to be?
I meet Death but not the promised lands of angels.
But Hey! I can run faster now. The land seems just in reach.
But just before I get there, I cease to be dead, again.
Hundreds of times over, I have lived this cycle.
Life. Death. Life. Death. Life.
Yet, I do not know where I am and who I want to be.
Somewhere inside, something breaks or maybe something connects.
I start to wonder, maybe this is not how life and death should be.
Maybe, I am not looking at it the right way.
Maybe, I am not looking at the right place.
I have searched everywhere outside.
Maybe, just maybe, it is time to look inside.
Maybe, if I just sit down and close my eyes,
Listen to my heart beat and feel my breath rise
I will hear my faint inner voice.
I stop running and panting.
I stand still, still like a clock pausing on time.
The world stops with me.
I hear the birds chirping, the wind blowing, the trees swaying.
I feel the twinkling stars, the blazing sun and the countless smiles.
I close my eyes and focus on the air moving inside.
Just like that, the world outside merges with me.
The birds, wind, trees, stars, sun and smiles
Both the Heaven and the Hell, alive
All of it and so much more, are now within me,
Breathing, kicking, full of life.
After hundreds of cycles of living and dying
I have finally arrived.