At Each Birthday, ...
The Lord grants us some leave,
And by His leave, we dream...
...for some time more,
At the expiry of our leave,
We awake from the Dream,
And Death is our return...
...to our lord,
All things eventually return,
To their origin in the end!
Death is not a physical event...
...of extinction,
Indeed a spiritual experience!
The state of transition!
Where consciousness moves its focus...
...from one reality to another,
And let you know it,
The reality is not a place...
...it is a state of consciousness.
Mykoul
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