Crossing Over
Where the inside meets the outside,
where to poet meets the poem,
where the last breathe meets eternity,
I enter that dimension.
The realm between here and there,
where life is death and nothing's fare.
Feeling death as a change,
a liberation into the infinite.
My entire existence
dissolves within this flow,
yet the dying embers
still burn in my soul.
All realized carnage eventually bleeds to grace.
Transcending into my own,
I love this place!