I sing my soul alive each day,
With the grace of the breath of the great light
United and shining within.
Intoxicating, this song.
I am drunk with my life
As it fills and sates me.
Who will sing my soul alive
When my body lies desiccated,
Mere dust upon the crust of the earth?
I hurry not toward death’s door,
For its hinges creak in unseemly harmony,
Discordant to well-tuned ears.
Yet I feel death’s dark breath upon my back
As I hurry away.
The song of light calls.