Some people wonder about death...what lies beyond the white light? Its our duty as humans to answer this question. We're searching for stability in this world....always questioning and figuring. We cant fathom "nothing". We cant accept that there is nothing after we depart. We turn to religion, science and gut feelings to fill in the "nothing" we're avoiding. There are thousands of ways to look at death...but we cannot fear it. We cannot turn our heads that the thought of death. If your idea of death strikes you with fear...change it. There are so many options. I wrote the following poem to open my eyes and others to the different ways of looking at death. I hope this sheds some light at on the topic at hand for someone.
beGolden without fear...
Jahmal
In Awe of Death
Jahmal B. Golden
We cannot banish dangers, but we can banish fears.
We must not demean life by standing in awe of death. ~David Sarnoff
A burning bullet
pierces the physical,
shatters the mental
and leaves the spirit
loose and free
to roam.
A person...lost.
The day is tainted
with fear and confusion.
It’s been
forty eight hours.
A happy day.
A home-coming
ceremony in silence.
And tears of joy.
A soul
sent into another vessel.
A cycle continues.
A Hindu dream
realized.
A new story.
A voyage to the depths.
A calm float
down the river Styx.
A roaming spirit.
A night walker,
wishing for peace,
praying to a deaf god.
A buried body
replaced with a tree.
A soul released and
a trip to Xibalba.
Reciprocity at last,
a murderer’s demise.
A boy smiles
As he falls into hell.
Light bulbs die,
I shall depart
says the women.
Her eyes
not yet sodden.
A soul
becomes one
with the river.
Says the elder
There is no death.
A century
of wrinkles.
A story
in the folds.
She sits
on her porch.
A bottle in her fist.
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