When he beholds the endless sky?
The soul is flame, the flesh but clay,
Yet light within shall find its way.
The Heaven or the Hell, who’s there to tell?
No tongue returned their truth to spell.
But conscience whispers soft and clear,
The law of love shall guide us near.
We cling to earth, to name and face,
Yet death unveils our truer place.
Not void, not loss, but boundless whole,
The sky’s own mirror — soul in Soul.
The rivers flow into the sea,
So every breath returns to Thee.
The seed must fall, the flower rise,
Thus spirit blooms beyond the skies.
Fear dwells where shadows hide the light,
But wisdom sees with inner sight.
The sky proclaims with silent voice,
In death itself we must rejoice.
So let man’s heart no longer hide,
But walk with truth as faithful guide.
For when the final breath is drawn,
The soul awakes — and life goes on.
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