The immortality of our soul
Without Grip
Everywhere,
as if you are far away in the universe.
No ground,
no stability.
You move in all directions,
where stars and planets
pull at you in their orbits.
Without sight,
disappeared
or never known.
Your own path,
the cycles of your own journey,
the freedom you try to discover—
or wonder if it even exists.
Or just the higher forces,
never to be understood,
where the small moment of being
only seems as if you are a plaything of chance,
fate?
Know no shame on this path,
know no failure in this vision.
These are the very first steps of becoming.
Your own universe,
with all your own laws,
resonating only with the infinity
of depth and height.
The immortality of our soul.
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