Tomorrow (for Cormac)

Eyes diverting from the greying love, brightness comes within, it captures the eyes, and memory fades. Across the street, there is haze, in a place where there is uncertainty. Spirit is forever and it shines, always, eventually, in a sacred and secret part of the soul. Everywhere, is the past brought into the present. There is no death in a life, that cannot live anymore, there is change, and it is welcoming. And simple ones with eyes closed creating or trying to create some kind of hurt, die in themselves, in the way, that they are blinded to the fullness of an existence, and life is more than just life in the physical, and its strength is in its mystery. I thought that I heard a young man laugh, in the face of the fatal adversity. I looked into my memory, and I looked into the direction of truth, or where I thought that it lay, and it warmed me with its embrace, and urged me understand that death is not a tragedy, and that every moment of life has its necessary death. And life pulsates, and it takes you by the throat and it stills you, into thinking, that there is more, much more.