A  path more travelled[A collab with JJ Johnson(poetryman)]

There is something, some energy that dwells within    
Some otherworldly being connected to all other life    
When the electromagnetic aura of the body ceases to exist    
Where does the spirit go, what happens to the soul?    
   
What force exerts the weight of twenty-one grams on gravity    
That once the cocoon of birth gives way to the after-life    
Is measured momentarily after the final breath released    
When escape lifts beyond our grasp or falls eternally    
   
Does pain follow as a comets tail or can we let it go?    
Do we reconnect with those we shared the bonds of life?    
Does the love experienced throughout continue there with us?    
Is there a path more travelled than the road that death walks down?    
   
Dead ends are placed by man where the street can lead no more    
And when there comes an ending where only ghosts can go    
Does all that has been learned and loved evaporate in dust    
Or is there somewhere to reunite within a Holy One?    
   
Life glides in the unseen    
slides of the immortality,    
The astral elevator lifts    
the insoluble soul after the death,    
besieged by the phantasmagoric spirits    
where liquidation of karma takes place    
until the next birth,    
   
The frozen prayer lurk    
as the mercury clots,    
many again are trapped in the apparatus    
of the psychic plane    
thinking that they're born again,    
until the the quasiconsciousness chimes,    
dissecting the multidimensional eternity,    
redeeming the soul from the  
age's slumber.    
   
Melting the stale ego,    
to baptise the spirit.    
The slot moth crawls the    
wall of periphery,    
As one decodes the layer of    
ascension,    
Electrolysis of the evolution    
where the anode and cathode    
unites into a holy cell.    
The electrons    
shoot up the stem    
to flower.  
   
The Indigo Child oscillates    
between the inner and the outer world,    
The silent scream to pull    
itself out of the    
mortal dream,    
as the fractals of light    
resurrects the poles of origin.