Understanding
His wife called and I cried
a bottle of 151 and sleeping pills and I died.
Drifting up above the room, the city, the earth,
It was a rebirth.
The confusion was stilled as my heart,
this life and earth are God's art.
Finally, all understanding was given to me
Then I was told, that was not my place to be.
When I awoke with a shock
I didn't want to talk.
But I have not forgotten to this day
I may not remember why
but it's suppposed to be this way,
we will understand it all after we die.
Peace/Namaste
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