In The Interstices Poem by Marc O'Maolain

When my voice has faded
And I am dead and gone
If all my love seems jaded
And all my dreams prove wrong

I'll still abide in this plane
Amidst the war and strife
Among the peace and comfort
Within the AUM of life

With every prayer they whisper
With every OM they sing
I'll be there in their intentions
With every wish they bring

Amongst the interstices
Amidst the themes of life
Although there may be no heaven
Still I'll be there, rife

With peace and love and comfort
With OM and AUM and OM
Om Namaha Shivaya
I won't be all alone

-Sadhaka 3/23/09

'Tasya Vacakah Pranavah'
-The Wise