It is not the world that is ending,
But the end will come soon
To the interference
Between
Creator and created,
This thing called space and time.
It is not that we will die,
But the death
Of all that we called "life"
Will power the blossoms
Through withering vines of
Habitual fear,
And all things
Shall be made clear.
To those who have always known,
Stay.
Stay for the beauty
The fulfillment
The grace.
There is a reason why,
In the past
And the future,
You never found your place.
It is not that we will be saved,
But we will save our hearts
From succumbing to the lie.
And here on Earth
We shall outlive
The mind,
And his blind devotion
To space and time.
© Em Meyer