Aug 19, 2014

27. The spirit that wanders

At deep slumber; I witness my form, it rests
or wanders; for the known and unknown
Clear image; as I see, as a whole I am
Clear vision, as in reality, did happen

Bereavement do I; gonna be thy form
Wandering and witnessing folks
Physique be gone; soul lives, leave the body
Deathless; formless; but spirit that wit

All fear that hold; all deeds that owe
But no option to perish; just behold
Spirit that wanders; lest I know
To merge thy soul; to the infinite; as absolute