one love

is this what it means to die?
is this what it means to really live?
when nothing arises
from the womb of this heart,
except a timeless silence
and a continuous imploding of will?
when you feel you've walked
and trudged many a mile,
through countless valleys,
soaring off cliff edges,
only to know this,
in one unimaginable moment,
that you never climbed
or walked, or soared,
but were led and carried
by a divine hand,
to the cusp of heaven and earth,
when you come to know
that there are no horizons,
only this moment, now,
where you can take
this one breath,
and then rest
in all the breaths
loaned to you before,
with nowhere to go,
nothing more to do,
but lose yourself
in the arms of this one love
that fills both heaven and earth.