Do You Know Who You Are? ? ? Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

We all know this life will not last, we will die,
when the rime comes, you may look around, thinking where the hell am I.

There is no hell, as in fire for all days, there are many small hells,
we go through in this physical world, everyday.

If you find yourself, in a dire circumstance, of some kind,
it's temporary, something you created, nothing to fear, in your mind.

A traumatic or peaceful death, at home or in a motel lobby,
the biggest change, looking at your physical body, from your, astral body.

Everything will look familiar, as you move freely, with no time,
this life now, what we do, is an extension of yourself, it is not you.

When you sleep, your body rest, your dreams, are the real you, traveling,
through space, and time, the difference, you will not wake up,
in your physical body, the one you never see in dreams, in your mind.

The reality of dying, you will not turn into an angel, or be a wise man,
from years back far, it will show you what your present life,
was to be, and who you really are.



Tom Maxwell copyright 07/24/2004 A.D.