The end of certainty is not the end of the world, but the dawn of a deeper vision. We believed the earth was solid, the heavens unshaken, the laws eternal and unmoving.
After death, I will not be gone— I will be wind, touching your skin, I will be silence, deep within. The body fades, the name dissolves, But the soul— The soul returns to the rhythm of stars, To the breath before beginnings, To the light that dreams all forms. There is no end, Only a door swinging inward. I become the question and the answer, The seed, the flame, the sky undone. I will not speak, But you will feel me in stillness— When time pauses, And your heart remembers That it too is part of the infinite. Death is not loss, But a returning to source. A merging with the song That sings through all. So do not mourn— I have not vanished. I have returned to everything.
I know that our efforts all come to nothing.
I thought that my voyage had come to its end at the last limit of my power
The tears of a child, the pain of a mother!
WE ARE DEAD AND ALIVE— ALEXIS KARPOUZOS
