Death Is A Realization Of Life's Emptiness. Poem by Anthony Fry

Death Is A Realization Of Life's Emptiness.

Death Is A Realization Of Life's Emptiness.
We grieve for that sad loss when loved ones pass on.
Our ever-painful but warm romantic remembrances.
They have gone out of our vision, change is eternal.
Giving warm colour to lives lost, or taken untimely.
You must let their love remain, forever in your heart.

Death Is A Realization Of Life's Emptiness.
Consciousness does not exist when our bodies die.
A big secret no one knows is what time will we die.
Life lived like a roulette wheel, in and out of fortune.
But honestly, this is not our soul's journey to the afterlife.
Our souls will be uplifted, dreaming that it is though.

Death Is A Realization Of Life's Emptiness.
Remembering God, we think we will all reap peace.
We stop evolving when dead, embrace life with love.
It is not a movement to some other place, but a myth.
Your ticket to the future born, we left to our dreams.
These are, however, ultimately full of sad illusions.

Death Is A Realization Of Life's Emptiness.
Physiology a protein tapestry, everybody cherishes.
Never be greedy, enjoy this short life to breed and die.
Just like salmon coming home from long sea voyages.
Transformational processes in death, do not happen.
All afraid of death, we try to think of reincarnation.

Death Is A Realization Of Life's Emptiness.
Death is a journey looking for the fountain of youth.
Liberation thoughts living, contented in our hearts.
Life will try to travel on, nature's sure secret mystery.
Before we die, we reproduce for Natural Selection.
Life is survival of the fittest, creating stronger genes.

Death Is A Realization Of Life's Emptiness.
A traveler embarking upon immense journeys.
Life's intelligent dance is all being's magical time here.
Our body makes itself, complicated secrets held within.
Your first highest duty is to prepare your own lifestyle.
Earth is the true home of our soul, we can't ignore this.