DEATH
No
demon, no fear, no intolerable pain,
is worse than no life
at all;
Death
is Life's greatest enemy,
the eternal nemesis of the soul.
No
one can show us what true death is,
for
death is known only to the dead;
No
life may know what is not alive,
but
life may fear death's dread.
Indeed
all life seems to fear death,
the
most mysterious of the unknown;
We
do not even know if death is real,
or
just transition to another home.
Reincarnation,
heaven or hell,
or a timeless rest in
peace;
In
this life we will not know,
to
where life is released.
Even
if consciousness takes on a new form,
then
death may be just postponed;
Our
soul might acquire new bodies,
until
death reaps life's final moan.
Or
is the soul eternal, and life unending,
as the
universe moves on forever?
Perhaps
only our bodies with our egos,
get
buried by death together.
All
we can do now is formulate beliefs,
and
hope that life won't end;
Our
life now is the proof of life,
more
evidence than death will lend.