PRISONER OF TIME 2 © 2008

The distance that separates us,

Is the thin thread that binds us,

Between life and death, the waiting,

Where existence surrenders.

This sacred proximity,

With death, which makes itself present,

Is the greatness of being, so rare,

To accept fate, calmly.

At the moment when death courts,

With its veil of mystery and silence,

The being rises, without strife,

In acceptance, finds its solace.

For it is in serene surrender,

That the soul becomes whole,

The distance dissolves, gentle,

And life becomes true.

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