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My Journey, Our Journey-

I must succumb,

All this faffing about with words

Has made me numb

Once fear caused me to believe

This journey ends in death.

If that were true

What we think, feel, or do would have no meaning;

We would disintegrate

Like the ghost of a moth in a

Sticky web.

I allow the eyelids to flutter

Rhythmic breath, follows me

Into the golden internal light.

Like that vibration,

You, too are

Unending.

Now we travel onward into the journey of the journey of...