Immortality is ever present in this playground of birth and death. Again and again each cycle begins with the promise that there is more at work here than living and dying. This existence which now feels like a homeland, Has become your blood, Your sweat, Your tears, its temporary nature forgotten in the everyday experiences you call your life. This has become your identity, it has become your always. But it is not who you are. You are the immortal source of all that is. When you look for it, you can see it in every face you end up meeting, You can hear it between the beats your busy heart keeps beating.