Zero
I now take a bow
I give what was never given
And have much more
The energy never dies
Even when the body connects with the floor
It transcends into the world
Quiet feels like peace
Not “alone”
Saturated in potential
Fingers lace around the stars
Scars embellish this cloth
But smiles repaired the holes
Complete
In the incompleteness
Isolated
But never alone
I fulfilled my life’s purpose
But life’s purpose
Passes my own
Explanation
. . .
In the words of Angelo Scolo, “The destination is a happy life, an accomplished life that doesn’t end with death but with eternal life.”
Our life lives past the last beats our heart makes, or the last breath we take. It carries on through memories others hold of us, the impact we leave on this world, and the purpose we carried with it.