You never know
What is beyond,
What streams, what flows
Beneath, above,
What’s like the attic
for your soul,
What’s like the basement.
Should we even?
As long as you can feel
And after,
You can exist
In all that stream,
That thin dimension
Of the spirits,
That full of entities
And souls.
When you can always feel
one’s presence,
There is no point
To say "goodbye",
And now and then
You share your life
With all beloved,
And that’s what matters.
And that’s when decent life
Must start.
Because since that you are
Beheld.
So always be that noble one,
That one that’s precious to behold.