Poetry about Death
Life is a journey.
Death is the continuation of the journey.
Heaven is a temporary rest.
For the commencement and fulfilment
Of a new life, a new hope
And a new promise
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DEATH, HOW DO YOU KNOW?
Death, how do you know
That you do not give us
A false rest?
"Pilgrim, how do you know
That your life on earth
Is not a splendid illusion?"
Death, I know that my life on earth
Is not an illusion
Because
I play here on earth
With God and His Sound-Life.
"Pilgrim, come and enter into me.
You will see me playing
With God and His Silence-Soul."
