of birth and death...

Of birth and death,

life is but a cross-fade.

A tinge of meaning,

painted to the trembles of my tendrils

as the soul of each encaptured emotion.

The aumkara of the first voice of the universe,

fumes up in my crevices.

With the smoke of ashes,

the wisdom of soul

smothers my ambience.

In the receding mist

of the unscribbled unclarity,

as I open my eyes-,

flown with the wind,

I find me gone…

I take birth,

in each bubble of fatality.

And I die in the sublimation,

of each vibration of music…

of every birth and death,

life is but a cross-fade.