https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XkT23oJ0rLE
Is death a void, a step into all-encompassing darkness,
a never-ending walk across black sands;
or is it a lightness of being, an infinite, openness of thought,
a return to the aether, back to Stardust?
Is death a gathering of family and love, a step towards a
glowing hearth
and brightly lit windows;
or the all-embracing warmth of returning to the Mother,
back to the dust, to the Earth?
and brightly lit windows;
or the all-embracing warmth of returning to the Mother,
back to the dust, to the Earth?
Is death silent with dark foreboding or spectral peace,
a blanket smothering of senses;
or is it a panoply of colour, softness, and delight
accompanied by the voices we love, and the music of the Galaxies?
a blanket smothering of senses;
or is it a panoply of colour, softness, and delight
accompanied by the voices we love, and the music of the Galaxies?
Ronda R. Scott-Marak
© 5 June 2019
as one who approaches the subject of death as a celebration, I really connected to this piece. Well done.
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