Wednesday, 12 September 2012

DEATH [a poem]

What is there to fear about death?
That I can say to you with my last breath?
Like every life I had before this day
I shall leave this one today

For death, if we could but realise its qualities  
Is one of our most practised activities 
Death on one plain is birth on another plain
And this will happen again and again

Just as long as we are identified with the form aspect
Death will hold for us its ancient terror and respect
But as soon as we know ourselves to be souls in incarnation
We shall no longer know death or its fabrication

For it is not the cataclysmic end, involving the termination
Of all human relations, physical activity, love and sensation 
And the passage into the unknown cold and dark night                                                           
Dreaded, alone and terror stricken without a light

Daily sleep and occasional dying are nearly identical
In sleep the magnetic thread is preserved and stays integral
Ensuring the path of return stays open
While in death, this life thread is broken  

Thus the conscious entity that cannot return
Is home again, free and ready to learn
And experience the spiritual-life
While preparing for another earthly-life

Because death is undertaken at the direction of the higher-self
The process works automatically for the lower-self
For when the soul withdraws its attention
The physical body goes into disintegration

The man knows himself to be as he was before incarnation
And although there is no more sense communication
Astrally and mentally the interplay can be more sensitive
Because freed from the body there is no more negative 

One day there will be understanding of the laws of abstraction
That will enable the one who is making the transition
To withdraw consciously and in full waking awareness
Out of the physical body into a higher consciousness

I wish you to remember these words at your release
"Lord, now lettest Thou Thy servant depart in peace."  

EDGEBA

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