Art
What an extraordinary sort of immortality

A muse is nothing less than a cherished piece of living art which an artist attempts so desperately to immortalize.

if i could extinguish the rote of immortality
my sylvia plath obsession with death pursuing me
where whitest blood makes civil hands unclean
where a ghost stands at my feet
and i am the immortal entity

if most believe in life after their death
then why, oh why, am i so afraid of it
of immortality, of heaviest dream
the ghost is a human, and i lazarus

She fell in to the hands of darkness and wept
the world all of a sudden  ceased to exist,
she hoped, "If only a drop of moonlight
fell on the cheerful courtyard of the time past,
and show me  the happy scenes of yore,
children yelling aloud and playing around,
as if nothing will ever happen to break my peace"

Alone beyond mind, she soared in to a stillness, it was deep,
then light, so soft and fizzy surrounded her
gathered her in hands like her dear mother,
she felt light, pain vanished, didn't know
how much time passed,  felt like all burdens were  lifted.

Light was wisdom timeless, it told her, time has light feet,
from illusion it comes and returns to it's fold
all things good and bad in to fathomlessness dissolve.
"Forget the bleakness of the dark waters my dear,
you are the beaming white lotus, floating eternally above it."