Death is Transcendence
As little children we are told,
"When we die we go to heaven."
Have you ever noticed how easily, how readily,
A child accepts this simple statement?
This is because the innocent, childlike mind
Remembers and, therefore, knows it to be perfectly true.
'Tis a pity that as we grow older
This simple truth becomes naught but a cliché,
And our fear of death takes a strangle-hold
And grows in equal proportion to our ingorance of it.
It is possible, though,
To go to heaven before we die;
And, ironically, if we do,
Well, in truth,
We do not die.
You see, death is transcendence -
The ultimate, ecstatic re-mergence
With one's own higher consciousness,
Ones' truest Self,
One's truest nature;
No longer bound and chained, pinned and trapped,
To and by the heavy, dense quagmire
Of the third-dimensional physical realm.
'Tis rather like having the nails fall from one's feet and hands
Such that one slithers, released, from the cross
To land perfectly on one's feet.
For, you see, entrapment is the true death,
And physical death the true release.
So there is no need to fear it.
© Jennifer Wherrett 2013 All rights reserved.
Isis and Osiris