lamenting

lamenting

the silent and now prone bodies are lamenting

opportunities passed upon

while the souls of the free

are dancing

upon their graves

for they are liberated

though many are scheduled to return once again

to learn the lessons embraced by the infinite

they cherish with glee the vacation

from the burden

the yoke

of physicality

and this reality

the universe takes a breath

as the transdimensional winds comes about

 to sweep them along

to their place in line

the line of destiny

where all things are fulfilled

and there it will be divulged

their next station in this existence

and the persistence

of their pending fate

worries them not

for worry and doubts now lies and rots

with the bodies they left behind

and they know with all due certainty

that again they are free

for that is the language all souls speak

they know all too well

that their soul seeds

shall again germinate

in the womb of life

and the dust of the earth

shall give unto them a new burden

to be yoked upon their aspirations to ascend

as they prepare to traverse this precarious landscape

of delusional being-ness

and once again

as the challenges of the absence of divine memory

hones the acuity of their understanding

of universal mind

they will seek

some will find

but all will travel the path

again

and with an anticipation seeded in truth

these souls speak of the journey

where they like the Salmon of the Rivers

shall spawn again

and again

and again

giving unto life

life

and with reverent smiles of a certain knowing

they dance

and they dance

and they dance

for they know of the ultimate of all truths

that life is truly everlasting

and the typecasting of  the lies

still lies now in a somber silence

with the bodies they left behind

the bodies that lie prone

and lament for another eternity

feeding the future

of those still yet to come

lamenting

© 26 April, 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.