Peace of the absolute

Nothing breaks us
except the weight of the wave,
in which we slowly become
in the sea of ​​life.

It is not the fall,
but the height that weighs us down—
a ballast of memories, illusions,
of everything we have gathered
on the way up.

And the moment of breaking comes—
not as an end,
but as a return home,
to where we once started.

Death is silence,
the peace of the Absolute,
an embrace of eternity,
in which, just to get lost,
you must first be reborn.