death

Grace is the practice

Of release in life

A final breath

To calm the storm

The end of all

Without a beginning

To reign destruction

Upon the eternal peace

Of the afterlife

Death doesn't stride with fear

It resonates with the light

The intensity of your emotion

Only allowed in the mourning

The hope in the future

Not without the despair

Of the long forgotten past

In the river of your tears,

Moving with the weight of your sorrows,

The lotus spreads its petals again.