Death is nothing to us.
I panic at the thought of dying before my ‘destiny’ is fulfilled
I fear of dying not death itself
For what is beyond will be released from my bounding senses
But to die! ?
I don’t know
I imagine the suffocating craze of my ego
Desperately trying to hang to the last grasp of meaning
As it dissolves into an inescapable nothingness that feels fierce and hungry
Maybe it’s not as dark
and the ego’s meltdown rather feels like a ride from angels
A sweet surrender into a painless warm pool of joy
Whatever it is at the end death is nothing to us.