Letter To Vettori

At last in my own home
The noise from the outside gone
The trials of the day
Brushed off with dust and clay
Alone yet at ease
Solitude left in the streets.

Here I dress in my own clothes
Free to think my own thoughts
Refreshed I enter my study
Content that I am ready.

Years lifted off my back
Lightened, I am young again
Humbled I call upon the Ones
Masters of passed aeons.

And I ask to be taught
As I was taught when I was young
One candle still burns
I still yearn – so much more to learn.

And the voices of old reply
As pure wisdom speaks to my mind
Your finite mind will rot
What it has touched will not.

Years lifted off my back
Lightened, I am young again
Humbled I debate with the Ones
Masters of passed aeons.

Now I understand the secrets of Elysium
What I have touched holds the key to eternal life
My mind will be gone yet live on through Sophia
I will forget and still remain – everything preserved in her womb.

I lay me down with peace at heart
Should I die in sleep tonight
I close my eyes, relieved from fear
Death is no longer here.