Of solemn thoughts I wish to opine

  From birth to death is a time

     Of memories and thoughts we reminisce

  The vision of age and death we resist

     On occasions I have seen

  Death comes calling, so serene!

     In Vietnam's war I do recall

  Again at Neptune's beckon call

    With stunned realization you cry

“Oh My God! I'm about to die!”

    Your life, it does not pass by

 Only glimpses of love ones, on you rely

    Our lives are but brief shadows

 Light going down to night’s gallows

    The Realm of God is what we seek

The Aether, Nirvana, of Heaven we speak

    In death aren’t we arriving?

Forevermore our souls surviving?

    As stepping thru a door: a new reality?

The nature of life, an ancient actuality!

    Its dazzling light you first behold

The radiance of the sun ten fold

    The brightness of God is what you see

Reverent before it you must be

   The mystery of life needs defining

Heaven and Hell require refining

   Of duality I deem to be true

If Heaven exists, then Hell does too

   Pearly gates, mansions and streets of gold

Winged angels, harps and music I’m told

   These await me when I cross the bar

Disembodied memories are what we really are

   Knowledge and memories set adrift

No eyes, no ears, no nose with which to sniff

   Our concept of heaven is absurd

Paradise we would certainly disturb!

   I in him and he in me

God and I are one you see

   Alone with God, the Great I AM

The Universe hums, I too am I am

   An unknown God we can’t define

Is not God the sum of time?

   Weren’t we with God at creation?

Is not life, his emanation?

   Countless births, endless deaths

By-gone cycles of eons past

   From the Chaos my elements came

Did not life, do the same?

   Something within us, something old

As old as the universe I’m told

   The entity within us shall survive the grave

In incorruptible eternal light we bath

   One precious memory I wish to tell

Of my brother long gone beyond the veil

   To answer my prayers he came one night

To tell me about God’s ethereal light

   Without words he spoke, my dreams he filled

He showed me his hands thru which gold tilled

   I asked him” how he’s doing since he died”

He smiled with mirth when he replied

   “Heaven’s flat as a flitter” was his song

“All you do is mow grass all the daylong”

   He loved me enough to assure me he’s fine

With tearful joy I thanked God in kind

   With Resurrected bodies I can’t agree

Our essence is spiritual you see

   That which lives within us is” HE”

An unknowable God: his nature “INFINITY”