Akasha

Even if the celestial dog,
faithful guardian
of the realm of the dead,
falls asleep.
And if the stars fade away
into the silence
of an fathomless symphony.
Even if secret codes dissolve
like cosmic ink of a dream
on the skin of an enigmatic scroll...
Sublime word!
Touching solitary voice!
Do you know?
The memory will remain
and also afterwards
consciousness will vibrate.
For what is, will be.
Shadow of the cloud
in the spirit sphere.
No hell, no heaven
in the book of Akasha
sepia pages open...
Because, do you know?
What has been, will always be.