Divine Space

Hopeless, defeated I sat,
Turning my back to the future.
Past spread as an unhappy blanket
When he displayed his musical shimmer.

Was it the silently chiming bells
Or the floating soundless laughter
Perhaps it was the blissfully unfettered breeze
That spoke of my silenced hurts and terror.

Sketched in empty spaces, I saw
celebrations of births as light.
Death was a hidden passage for the alive
And all had learnings to imbibe and destiny handwrite.

Bowing my head atlast I smiled
Vibrating in tandem with spacial peace.
Indebted was I to the creators of this space
For an abode of blessings and my final release.