Walking slowly with my ba to the past.
I stop sure this is the place, here at last.
Silence surrounds, consumes my presence.
Clearing my mind of earlthy desires purging my essence.
Let me go..
Focus found beyond sight and sound.
Exceed belief breathe deep own the moment.
Feel, smell, know touch, taste.
Overrun with such consuming like liquid breath.
Parched soul and thirst soon at my knees the test.
The blade of life shall test my faith,
and cease the life I once portrayed.
Between release and temptation this is not the end.
In reality my final destination is only where it begins.
Needing the past, its secrets, the key to life in the next.
Life without restriction to form and limitation.
Able to know and touch any host of your soul's possession.
Seemingly unknown searching forever still.
Leaving them alone, ignorant and with a chill.
The only hint that you ever....,
Felt ,smelled, knew, touched, and tasted their soul.
Leaving chills when a piece of their soul is taken.
Inside you're still your incomplete where you thought Whole.