Yet Another Poem

Become still and receptive,
Give in,
And the gates to the Beloved open.
Listen.
Hear the voice whispering softly:
“Come, come. You need not worry.”

Into this place beyond birth and death,
Fear does not fit,
And desire does not reach.
If it wasn’t for the magnificience of life,
I would succumb to the call with delight.

That I now know for sure:
Our redemption is certain.
Dying is not what it seems to be,
Neither is living.
Everyone will see this one day.

We are alive,
without ever been born,
Unborn,
without ever not been alive.
The wheel spins forever.
Where could we go?

The abyss we fear,
Is our womb.
Birth is the beginning of time
And space.
Death is the end of this illusion.

Become still and receptive,
Give in,
And when the gates open,
There will be nothing
You won’t be able to know.

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2 Comments on “Yet Another Poem”

  1. This is excellent, poetically and philosophically.


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