I once was afraid to die,
fearing only that which is unknown,
but then I came to realise,
It's the final journey home.
Where ever that may be for you,
but for me It's just the beginning,
I'll move on to the astral plain,
with my entire soul singing.
Forty days I'll wait,
until I again see light,
then I'll get to chose,
the parentage thats right.
For me to return to the living world,
trying to keep the balance,
as we all know we should.
Then I shall continue,
upon the path I chose,
looking for enlightenment,
pure as a thornless rose.
I search only for wisdom,
finding beauty in all,
even the most abhorrent evil,
standing fierce and tall.
For without that evil,
there would be no good,
you might not see yourself,
this concept so misunderstood.
For every act of kindness,
is balanced with murder and death,
so heed these words I speak,
before your final breath.
For it will be yourself,
who decides your ultimate fate,
and decide upon the journey,
your soul will undertake.
a very nice self-contemplation about life after death, well expressed and written well...a great poem muse....10 (see my poem ' Always ' let me see if it will touch your heart too, like the others, thanks)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
no words just simply great the death woke me up from the nightmare i'm having I told him to get lost, But death standing in my way things r changing so quick so far i wouldn't realize that i'm in my car heading to the cliff waiting for my fate i can see the road but it's not straight In the end i'm glad that i woke up by the dead.