Dancing light of grace

My existence these days,

Is almost magical,

And often,

When I hear no echoes,

I feel unfathomable beatitude,

I often wish this was my swan song,

I often long for it to be my last day here,

But alas, it’s not,

Not yet!

I have no doubts,

I would be the happiest person on my last day,

Since degree of happiness can’t be compared for subjects in either time or space,

You have to take my word.

I really don’t want to live here ever again.

I really don’t want to improve any lives known or unknown.

I had my full cup and I drank from it.

It’s enough. It’s final.