Death



Death seems to be the end of all things, pristine illusion.
Death is no end, there is no end, as such. No more than
The beginning of our lives, Death is. When there is Death,
There is time, new time, for new experiences, new life.
Before birth, Death had (already) been granted as a boon.
So everything we bring to this world is Death.
So Death is a treasure from the One above.

II

Death, as something beautiful, is like meeting the unknown.
At the same time, it is when we look at what stayed behind.
At Death, even the atheist yearns for God, greedy for one, maybe
Two more seconds. Vain temptation,
Not to shed the garments of life.

III

Death is the Hall of Oblivion, no more, no less.
Once dead, once crossed the boundaries of mystery,
Matter does not matter, spirit spirits away,
Solely wandering for adventure and experience.
To every soul, a new home. There shall he dwell,
There shall he have life as a looking glass. This way
Is the Way we broke through every stage in the evolution:
As we wait for the Great Day.

IV

Death is not to be feared! Death is a mirror, so that
Death reflects life ininterrupted, on both of its sides.
Death makes us relate
To others, bears us brothers and sisters. Death bears God.
Here shall I finish this line,
Life, of mine. While I wait for a new one,
I will keep polishing the (transformations on the) mirror
Which mirrors the world, the people, that
Somehow Death has imposed upon
My life.

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