I heard the chirping of birds at the end of winter and it gave me hope.
I saw the cloudless blue of a never-ending summer sky and it gave me peace.
I felt the cooling touch of an autumn breeze against my cheek and it gave me comfort.
I smelled the ambrosial fog of a new beginning and it was bittersweet.
I tasted the spring sweetness of a fruitful freedom and it made me alive.

I stood at the edge of the universe and looked all around.
There were stars and galaxies and forever stretched onward.
Heaven was all around me and I didn't even blink.
Everything came together in one moment and expanded in the next.
I was but nothing in the vastness of all that ever has been.

I found myself floating near the gates of life and being.
Death had been a memory and Life was now a certain choice.
I chose the latter, for I knew what to expect of something already experienced.
The soul I am ceased and was reborn, like a phoenix, but remembered nothing at all.
Then I went forth and began anew, like a infant, but there was a lingering thought.

If one can be everything and everything is really just nothing...
Then should one be something or just live as a human being?