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After Death

Continuing Consciouness

Consciousness is eternal. It’s all one can say
Without clarity suffering a severe blow.
From my limited perspective I cannot see
Past the game and illusion that happens to be
Something that I agreed to. I’m not meant to know
But a tiny bit – enough to get through the day.

Timelessness is a concept. It is also real.
The idea is for me. The reality
Is of infinite intelligence. When I die
I’ll awaken from time and space. Never will I
Not have worlds of experience. I am To Be
Here and now with my true self only to reveal.

But in order for existence to continue
There has to be some semblance of the illusion.
It’s more flexible and less rigid after death.
Yet this game I will play ‘til I take my last breath.
I do not favor Thanatos. I just have fun
Delving into odd places to entertain you.

Time and space do have meaning on the other side.
Life here is made of billions of frames per second.
Only one at a time I am meant to act out
Even though I’m projected in all without doubt.
It will be a new game when my soul is beckoned
By the force that begot me. I am satisfied.

The Universe

Some of All There Is

The vastness of the cosmos – The void that is not
Has too much possibility to comprehend.
Yet, we give it our best shot and do fairly well.
The enormity has some meaning. What, pray tell?
I would not bother posing this to a close friend.
It’s best that I tie only my head in a knot.

Are there places similar to earth to be found
In this mass of creation with other beings
Who are like us? Are they within visiting range?
When it comes right down to it, there’s nothing too strange
For this chunk of eternal cosmic happenings.
It is likely that there are such places around.

In this realm of existence, if you can conceive,
Through your imagination, anything you choose,
Then this universe has it and much stranger things
That cannot be imagined by us as beings
Simply because we are limited in our views.
We cannot know what the cosmos has up its sleeve.

It has so much potential ours pales in essence
So the concept of eternity we engage
To approximate meaning, but the meaningless
Echoes ever profoundly. So we acquiesce
To the little we can know on this earthly stage.
We accept things that to us make some kind of sense.

The Cycle

Ever Changing Momentum

When one thinks about cycles what things come to mind?
Life is full of examples. Infinite they are.
So ingrained in the psyche, the symbol is seen
In everything observed. All is one great machine.
We’re the consciousness that can perceive its own star.
Cyclic is the way the universe is designed.

We, conceived of the heavens, conceive in return
The apparent perfection of all creation.
The grand clock of the cosmos keeps eternity
As its parts keep time only, yet naturally,
We’re enthralled by this thing that may forever run
And delight in all that we may never discern.

The seasons are the numbers upon the round face
Of the analog drama of which we’re a part.
The magnificent contrast gives us assurance
That fulfillment of wanting is the circumstance
That is dominant. This is how all thought should start.
Integral are the cycles that generate grace.

To Be or To Be not is the challenge taken.
Every speck of existence gathers momentum
That the cosmos responds to. Each then can receive
Through belief in The Cycle. They all interweave.
We have internal knowing of what is to come
Because we cycle through it again and again.

Are The Dead Still In Heaven?

Beyond Earth's Illusions

Are the dead still in heaven? Or do they return
To this earth or one like it or one alien
To this one altogether? Do they become bored
After eons of blissfully praising our Lord?
Are they crazy enough to go through this again?
Does this place for them generate cause for concern?

I know I’ll go to heaven despite my bad deeds.
One hellish life review I will have to go through
Until I find the pathway to God’s loving light.
Am I here to discover what is wrong from right?
Or am I to be guided in all that I do?
Sometimes I’m caught up in the spiritual weeds.

The nonphysical part of me projected here
In this physical body experiences
That which causes expansion in the here and now
But also through eternity. I can allow
My ongoing becoming. My life commences
When I see death as nothing so dark and austere.

Born again I am each time that I realize
That my life is eternal. I never lose sight
Of the sense of my being me no matter where
Or when I am occurring. This life is a prayer
Of thanksgiving and mercy. I remain contrite
Until this lesser part of me finally dies.