Curing the Soul

Abandon existence
Imagine, fear
An end to all joy?
An end to all cheer?

Collapse into the void
Empty, dark
Float painlessly,
Into life's spark.

Connect with all being
Infinite, true
Realize eternity,
As an essence of you.

Ignore Heaven's choir
Naive, astray
Feel the cold chill of night,
The bright pain of day.

Live and learn much
courageous, bold
Each moment as a gift,
Grow wise and grow old.

Then, abandon existence
liberated, assured
To begin once again:
The soul being cured.

Freedom

The sun died quietly
While the tethers and chains
Forced our eyes to look east-
Those of us that could see at all.

Not one among us cried,
Outside of our own suffering,
For the loss of the light
That went out in the world.

A promise was made
That the sun would return,
But still we turned to the darkness
Begging for our freedom.

Then came day,
The sun was reborn,
Our faithlessness exposed,
Our freedom denied.