Of Solemn Thought
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”