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The End of a Cycle

It's early in the cold morning.
My dull eyes are focused on the visible breath released from my mouth.
I feel my atoms tugging and pulling,
yearning to be free.
It's almost time.
My breathing slows,
then the warm intermittent breaths cease.
I am ready.
A moment feeling like eternity passes.
A tiny transluscent golden bead
rises from the tip of my finger,
and vaporizes into the air.
Another eternity later,
and millions of golden beads have surfaced,
becoming the air and the grass
and the trees and the clouds.
Before the last conscious bead,
a larger glowing white orb,
before this last particle of my existence
escapes my willing form,
my cold dead eyes watch a hazy sun rise over the hill,
and I know that this is the beginning
of a new life.

Author notes

I wrote this on July 26th on my thoughts about death. I'm not concrete in my beliefs about death, but to me this was a pleasant thought; when you die, the atoms of your essence separate and become the universe, collecting again in different bodies when new beings come into existence. It's what I would like to happen when I die.

I'm very proud of this piece, because I've been visualizing this in my head for a long time, and have finally been able to put it into words.

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  • Gone
    July 27, 2007

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    well it kind of goes without saying that your body has the potential to create new life..

    but you've put it very eloquently
    x


  • XXDarkness-DecayXX
    July 27, 2007

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    well done on the visualisation on the whole spirtual essence and realising that after death, thats how I want my soul to move on. I love this poem, it made me cry,--It's early in the cold morning.
    My dull eyes are focused on the visible breath released from my mouth.
    I feel my atoms tugging and pulling,
    yearning to be free.
    It's almost time.
    My breathing slows,
    then the warm intermittent breaths cease.
    I am ready.
    That part totally blew me away, keep it up!


  • WhatsErName
    July 27, 2007
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    great visual and it was interesting to see your thoughts on death keep up the good work


  • Creatress
    July 26, 2007

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    A very interesting and I must say poetic take on death. Lately I have been exploring reliving the feeling of life to death. Interesting stuff. Great write,
    keep it goin,
    Creatress

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