The death of men, so sure to come to all
is less a tragic monument to dust,
than soul and spirit answering the call
to transit from this place of crumb and crust.
We join again that elemental force
from which all life recieves it's vital flame.
We hope to learn details of the course
our own lives took. Life's 'self-evolvement' game
proves wisdom and compassion are self-reared.
It's easy to to stay numb to higher spheres
denouncing calls for change, as just too weird,
but past these mortal walls wait new frontiers.
Our death is a release, not a demise,
for those of conscious will, a paradise!