The Crossing Part Two - Poem by Daniel Brick
Death keeps droning on,
as people dutifully prepare
to enter what we only know as
the Dark Realm, the Underground,
the Place of Nowhere. Death himself
knows nothing, he is a braggart
puffed up with false importance.
He is just a little thing between
two immensities, Life and After-
Life. He is a little hinge
which snaps and separates
the two - forever. Death knows
nothing of Before or After.
I am just a visitor, not one
of the Appointed for this
Crossing. But he said so little
of help to these people milling
about in confusion, I will speak
what he left out:
This is the point of the Crossing.
The thundering you hear within
are the Rivers of Eternity
rolling the currents of Time
at the edge of Eternity. Soon
your hearing will be assaulted
by a vast Silence within and without.
Do not fear this Silence: it is
the companion of the Light which even
now is slowly enveloping you in fold
upon fold of Illumination. When your
Crossing is complete, there will be no
Inner and Outer, no Before and After,
no Us and Them. All will be All...
Can you feel it? The Crossing?
The Freshness around you, gently closing
upon you. Remember this: Do not drink
if the first fountain you encounter.
Cultivate thirst. Do not drink of
the second fountain, however enticing.
Think instead of drinking the Light,
then let it lift you, and take you
where it will. What happens next -
nothing or everything! We will Know
what is there to be grasped, or
we will know in the tiniest moment,
on the split of a split whether or
not Time, Knowledge, Being are real
or illusions, in that finality
we will Be or Not Be, and it is enough.
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