Don't be Sad...

It is dark. My palms and finger tips feel the smooth cold cement of the floor on where I am sitting. No light. The back of my head and back reclines again the cold and rough cinder block wall.

I am angry at you. I am not afraid. I finally know!

My flesh wants to curse you, but I know better.

Thanks for the ignorance. I understand you will give it to me once again.

Ah mortality! What a wise and sweet gift you made.

I am not afraid. I finally know!

I love you.

Goodbye my flesh, you served me well; forgive my abuse of you in the early years.

Ah Joy! Joy! Come and journey with me as I render my account.

What magnificent splendor!

You are I and I am you, here is my Spark return Divine.

I finally know!