A eulogy for the victors of spiritual warfare:
This is a message from me to you.


Though in life you will stumble, stammer and fall,

though you will lose your loved ones and shed more tears than your eyes can muster,

in time you can find peace on the planets you call home.


A small creature waiting quietly for you,

a smiling face from another stream,

the silence as you breathe in the scent of a new season.


Let your heart remind you why you are here;

let it tell you something new and something old.

A mind remembers, but a heart knows.


I love me so that I can love you too.

I've wanted to disappear before,

but I've always wanted to return to see you.

The grass and the leaves,

the warmth of the sun and the insects at night.


I promised myself, and I promise you:

A victory is the reward of cumulative loss,

ever present as a light at the end of the tunnel.

Even in death, there is the lingering promise of new life,

forever doomed to repeat the cycle.


It's getting dark. If you get lost it's alright, for now.

I hope you enjoy the shooting stars.

Rest in peace.