Life IS

In the valley of shadows
I long for death.
For the moment of release
into the great void.

Deaths mother,
the dark Lady of Despair
visits us all
from her graveyard in the mind.

She is the dark menace.
The sleeping malice.
Turning ourselves against ourselves
in an eternal dance of petulance.

Deaths embrace.
An embrace of all.
Silent, unavoidable, final.
No distinctions made.

In deaths throes
I reveal myself
as the eternal Now.
The well of life.
The 'what if?'

I am that eternal Now.
Undead, Unborn, Unending.
I Am, and cannot become.
For what is, IS,
naught else can BE.

In the valley of shadows
I wander forever.
Doomed to be alive
until the last shred of desire is burned away.

In the furnace of shadows
only death remains.
I am death.
I am destruction.
I am oblivion.
I am all that.

Nothing can be said.
Nothing can be done.
The dark Lady of Despair swallows anyone.
That believe life has a purpose.

Life IS
a never ending story.
Reality needs no defense.
Illusions deserve no defense.
Life IS.

by Rolf Jackson