With the heart thumping, pumping
The mind continuing it’s spinning, revolting 
The spirit seeking its home, it’s peace;

And those first freedoms
To feel joy,
Gratitude 
Most definitely still present;

We find ourselves 
Curling up at the edges,
No longer able to stretch the limbs and tendons
Color fading to the hue of lifelessness.

Here nearer to the final ‘wall’
The essence of life 
Ever present, its gentle rhythm
One breath at a time.

Held in your mother’s arms
Then your lover’s, 
Always your creator’s,

You’ve always been held.
This your mission
Was to be known, felt and realized.

This journey, challenging and intriguing,
Scratching your way 
Through the concepts, doubts 
Asking again and again

Am I worthy?
Did I do enough?
Was I enough?

Look no further 
As each gifted breath 
The only proof.
Yes, you are most worthy.

Relax, breathe
Let the organic material 
Of form, both yours and society 
Ebb away.

Full circle 
Back to the beginning,
Breath, heart beat,
The rhythm of life.

Swing and pulse 
With and in it,
Here the dance started 
Here it shall end.

One and the same 
For all who have come.
What makes the difference?
Nothing more or less, than the bridge.

This mortal state 
Allowing acknowledgement 
Of the immortal essence.
Nothing complicated, yet it is 

The all encompassing,
Love! 
Feel it, accept it, like nothing else
Vibrating in your every cell.