At the end of the tunnel, new horizons
For idea, thought, word, and deeds.
In discomfort through a tight die’s hole
You surface into a space you did not know.

A wall at the brow threatens collapse,
They already carry you to the graveyard, clear you from the earth —
Flying the tunnel with unmeasured momentum
Is the invisible capsule of the soul’s immortality.

This journey excites and is full of doubts,
The fear of death frightens without measure.
And no wonder — the fullness is ineffable,
Bliss and ecstasy in the presence of faith.