Transition

I kneel before the shadows
Awaiting their slow approach
My hands open searching for rest
The virtue of sleep takes me far away again.

The earth starts to give in
Opens its gates within the trees
Giving me the way to the center of it all
The transition of my mental state begins.

I feel the necessity of illuminating my spirit
Yet only heading towards the darkest of my being can I be me.

Flesh fades away and from within spring roots
Towards the center, towards the infinite abyss they head.

The man is now like a tree
Now I have become its being
Trying to find the ravens within me
I bury me within the most evil of existence.

Each of my memories have become green leaves
Those paths which I have gone through
have been pictured on my body
I see from so close the end of the road, but I know it to be infinite
Many lives have come and gone in its search.

Wisdom flows through my branches
Filling me with sweet sap which my children will drink eternally.

The taste of justice, forgiveness and freedom
We become beings of light
Staring at god's death.