Circle of Existence

 Is death the end, or the birth of a new?
The final breath, or the first of truth?
It seems so easy, this slipping away
yet what lies beyond, none can say.

Is life a circle, or a single line?
Do we fade, or simply realign?
The stars, the seas, the breath, the flame
all whisper softly the same refrain:

Nothing truly ends, nor stays apart,
the universe loops within the heart.
It starts, it ends, it starts again
a circle, unbroken, without pain.