Come See What Heaven is Made Of

Come See What Heaven is Made Of
I am the thing made of light, born of darkness and purpose. I come and I go.
I enter the world through the process of birth and exit when they die. Not always, sometimes, I like to hang around. I stay to play like fire, I lay above a mountain peak or rest in the eyes of other living creatures. Like the wave I am thrown carelessly, but like energy I am never really gone. I am, spirit.

I am what they wonder about, what they question the existence of, what they don't want to believe in.
But I am without attachment to the thing they cling to.
I am forever and always will be.

I am truth untold and something to behold. I am he, she, it and forever always. I am held captive and born free; I am something you cannot see.
Don't blame the waters, don't blame the seas, the uncommon is common to me.
Forever and always, between and beneath, I come where you go and where you lead.
Purely impure and ordinarily splendid.
I will now take questions, but only if you are willing to hear the answers.