I couldn't sleep,
so, I decided to go in deep.

I began as usual praying, adoring, exalting
and went in deep a joyful meditating state - awaiting -
to permanently my body leave - so I decided -
to permanently this life, no longer see - so I alluded -

I saw my body sitting - when I left it -
When death of me hath occur
When as a furious rapid, i couldn't stop it -
When no helping hand reached out for life to recur -
I thought it will be the end of me
and that I will cease to be:

I saw me continuously peacefully traveling-
like an eagle's smooth ride, like an angel flapping, flying joyfully -
towards the warmth - of my divine mother's calling -
then, I woke up lying in a hall with infinite corridors - peacefully -

A calming breeze - and the sound of a soothing roaring sea -
Gracefully displacing, like in slow motion moving
towards the peaceful, caring, and loving warm light calling -
like the bee's, or the hummingbird's plea:

yearning for the mouthwatering sweet nectar taste -
my soul's yearning for its taste, in a spree haste -
so much love radiates, so much bliss spreads along the infinite halls -
no boundaries, no suffering, no limiting corridor's walls,
but I still feel, that if I didn't flee,
death of me would’ve permanently be. 

You left your body a while back
you left me in sorrow, far, far away from me
you left me where I can't with you talk or see
but there is a wide-open wall crack
from your soul divine to mine:
from this crack that Illumine, and shine

like the flashing beaming lights, of a lighthouse
It keeps the boat of my life from sinking,
it keeps me going, and moving, and living -
it keeps me advancing, like a rowing powerhouse
onwards, and forward towards our soul's uniting -
though you left me a while back:

I am back at the lighted wide wall crack
where our soul's yours and mine
are destined to be united in oneness divine. 

Life's greatest blessing is living,
Her priciest gift is giving.
Her easiest duty, our first breath.
Her hardest duty, our last breath in death.

Our last latest path, our own body's death:
So, then life's tests on duty continues -
So, we then continue in Eden our venues,
So, our living, and giving is the only path -
because life and death converge on the same path,

Because, on any giving moment, or instant or day,
Dying and living together continues to stay.
So, life and death continue their path
on life giving
to the dying, the dead, and the living. 

Is death our friend or our foe?
Is it really, truly the end of every Joe Doe?
Or does "the end", of our bodies, life does extend,
or is death tales of woe true, that as a friend blend?
What I know, is that life and death are bind together-
They are on the same path - a part of each other:

Because death is part of life -
I strive to accept death in my own life -
The immutable immortality of ceasing to be -
To continue as something new, without ceasing to be.

I gradually yield - so life in death see
And to slay within me
Any pride, and any ego, and any vanity,
For these feelings with death end as an amenity -

I've been preparing for dealing with aging -
And for my breath stopping, and my body joyously dying -
At the sanctuary of my own consciousness,
I train my mind to peacefully cease to be, in deep awareness -

At the summit of my awake-ness - in oneness with Thee -
I free from the uncleanness of low emotions in me -
Keeping my mind peaceful, and clear, and aware -
Keeping my heart thinking: death everyone is killing!
Yet, no one is really death viciously killing -
Just fulfilling its part in life - because for us death do care -

Because death is part of life -
I strive to accept death in my own life -
The immutable immortality of ceasing to be -
To continue as something new, without ceasing to be. 

Every tragic beginning has an end
and every tragic dreary suffering,
will like deary magic your hurting end -
like a nostalgic juvie movie ending:

And like alluring death mouse traps
ending moves faster than beginning -
when unending moves to close the gaps
and then it swaps the ending to beginning:

when the unending nostalgic magic of you
appears. As all is clear, in thee I began
and my near end is clear ending in you
when I live and die, as devotee pagan:

you who knows how to thee living must bow
Tell me now, the ending of the cascades
of life? Where all began, till the end of now-
Tell me how now, my existence so soon fades in the cascades?

When there still so much to be accomplished
there, where the river of life begins and ends
there, where we all are born, and our existence is demolished
there where my spirit leaves me,
There where all that exist and is, is thee
and with thee all blends
and life blissfully ends. 

Death has many lonesome faces for all races
And gruesome multiple awesome personalities:
Omnipresent immortal foe - feared in all mortal places;
Or some kind of a friend, blamed falsely for gruesome penalties.

At tumultuous times, I called you presumptuous death to take me
At others when hope appears lost, you bother uninvited,
For those whom you intimidate, an impose late fate they see
As for me, I don't fear thee, for pain thou in me already inflicted.

Death has many faces for all races
Destroyer and redeemer, exalted seer deity
Ruler, implementer of needed changes in all kinds of faces
Of all races, but why such impropriety to kill my piety?

Why take my mother, sister, and father to your spirit society?
Should I wish your death, death?
But if you die immortal death, there will be no mortality or impiety!
And life without death, kills not variety of evil in megadeath,

Bringing the total annihilation of change, yet
suffering and lack of compassion remains set?
Therefore, die not death yet,
And take my last breath, and put me to rest on the onset

Of a life that is ready anyway to meet the bright light
But I say on my way there, when the time, and weather is right
You and I will die together death…without you putting a fight.