At Peace

There I see it, the light at the end of the tunnel,
The tunnel is only as real as I imagine it to be,
But the light ahead is warm and inviting.
Hurtling towards that light, unblinking,
For if I shut my eye, I may choose to deny,
That there is a tunnel and that there is light.

Now I reach the threshold where the light begins.
It penetrates my eyes and my vision blurs,
I feel it now in every cell of my being.
What I thought is mine, is not mine,
What I imagined to be baggage is actually armour,
What I prayed for is already given.

The freedom that nothing is mine and I am nothing,
But mere conscience that finally awaken,
To Behold the Grand Sight of the Divine,
And laugh I did, and laugh I did.
With Him, in Him and Forever!