The scent

Something has been disturbed
somewhere there is a strife.
It was a calm lake before
now there are tides.
Yet everything is a blur
like mist in a dark night.

But what it is,
that dies many deaths
and keeps coming back to life.

If it's an idea, I can not visualize it
If it's a question, I can not frame it.
If it's a thought, I can't put it into words
And if it is a dream, I'm sorry I can't remember.

It's like the scent from deer's navel
who felt it's presence all the while.
It's mild, sweet smell kept him alive
and in it's search, he spends all his life.

It's like there is something missing
to be done quickly, while you are alive
Is that is why,
I am afraid to die ?

What is it that will put,
everything to rest.
What will satisfy,
where is my scent.

What will make leaving this life
more beautiful then our birth

When all doors of heaven will open up
ready to accept your soul.
Leaving it to you to decide,
date and time of your final stroll.