A Sweet Note On Death

Utterance of fear is nigh, tranquility relinquished.

Lack of understanding, the processes of life repudiate.

Glimpse of moments— special, intimate scenery— relapse the mind. Breath after breath, a smile dismayed.

Certainly not ready, yet a faint sense of rest follows suit.

Quietly, the feeling of elastic bags being deprived of its oxygen, I now understand my moment of life is diminishing.

Not burdened any longer, I simply reminisce all that has been done; all I have met; and, all that I have experienced.

Certainly not ready, yet a strong sense of rest follows suit.

Inescapably, this time that has followed, I am well far from this place of bustling people, exercise, and life as a whole.

Try to grasp: I am at peace, no longer burdened by fear; no longer, avariciously, searching for gain; but, simply, I am in one accord with the One.

Certainly, I am prepared to meet this sweet note of death.