In a place, on one of spots of this gigantic Universe, in spite of the billion years
of light in distance, that I do not even know of the whereabouts, now
or in the coming age, there must be one, I must have a place to return
A room, that has been yearning of my arrival, that has
been awaiting devoutly, that even though the floor and the roof have
gotten obsolete, rusty and full of dust are the walls, yet it has soul
that is alive and firm, keeps calling out to me to come back.
room, that eventually can I declare as a home to dwell, as I’m embraced
by the sense of secure feeling. If it’s not reached by my 3 dimensional
perception, probably someday in my transcendency.
it, my anxiety disappears, my fear is washed away, and my memory of
grief is forgiven. A lifelong waiting surely has an end, a saturated
peak as the token of freedom and merciful peace.
A room that is waiting for me. A room I’ve been longing for, seeking for.