Strolling at a beach,
bare feet,
feeling the sand,
and waters beat.

With each tide,
I taste
the primordial soup,
and feel the pull of my ancestors.

I step on a seashell,
once a beating heart inside,
now, just a broken skeleton.
Having done the job,
discarded shamelessly.

The site of the setting Sun,
in the far horizon,
attracts me,
like a moth drawn to a flame.

I feel souls
rising from the ashes
of mortal remains,
making their way to heaven.

One day, I will be at the other end!