I’ve been to the face of death
A sliding away from oneself
She kissed my cheeks and allowed
Me to live a while longer here
I’ve been to the edge of something deep
For which there is no tag, no shelf
The very end of suffering
That in itself, is not a bad thing
I do not dread the moment I escape this life
Perhaps it will even be a good experience
The unknown is what we fear
The timeless roses have maybe
A brighter hue on the other side?
Perhaps the sweetness of life
Can be better appreciate from there?
Above the wall of toil a slender branch
Is blooming, call it what you will
A strange kind of music, with
No need for mortal food, no searching
For belonging, no puzzling over
The injustice of all human brutality
I’ve seen the face of death and remarked
That her cloud-rimmed eyes were
Shining like the night, not unlike stars
And there was an alien freedom in her embrace.
You are so aware of the world of the spirit. A true mystic as am I!
A taste of the other side comes thru heroic courage. How you came by your sampling was acquiesing to the spirits in your search for the Buffet. Yesterday I was guided into a metaphysical shop that is a few doors down from my wind-surfing buddy’s Puerto Rican Deli and grocery store. There I made a purchase as an excuse for leaving a donation, overheard the owner tell a customer that today 10/15/14 is the store’s one year anniversary. I am going to drop off a copy of my book for her. My Cosmic guides knew that it would make a great gift for her. Why else would I have gone in there?