ETERNAL LIFE


The mists of eternity blossom beyond the grave
as invisible to mortal eyes as those before the womb,
for we are mortal beings, tied to the traces of our life-span,
yet inventive of what is beyond sight or feeling.

Our self-centred minds deny extinction
and so we invent new reasons for living
new hopes for what lies beyond life
and new strictures to apply.

Might we see death as a gateway
opening the door to new opportunities
paid for in the currency of life on earth
and denied to those who ignore the rules,
which they, or others, have defined?


Or should we see death as an adventure
a step that we take bravely into the unknown?
Might we even see death as an escape from our troubles,
without any certainty into what we are projected?

When we lose the last of life's consciousness,
do we face the consequences of our past life,
or discard our past, and start anew,
or just stop? Run out of fuel?