death

Death

Death always arrives bearing an invitation
But this was the first time that I saw it
Reaching out in my fall
Into that now familiar darkness
I accepted death’s gift to me
And surrendering
Heard for the first time
That Omnipotent, Omniscient, Omnipresent call
To ‘wake up!’

Allowing myself to feel the full force of the pain
That in previous deaths I had anaesthetised
I became the wave to the ocean
At the mercy of currents
That dragged me far out
Where I lost my form
And was consumed by a far greater Power
Only to be tossed exhausted onto the shore
A tiny wave once more
But in a state of grace

Death always arrives bearing an invitation
To know yourself
As part of the Universal Creative Power
To understand that by the grace of this Power
Man brings his world of experience into being

The choice is ours
To stay with the fear, guilt, anxiety, ignorance
Or align ourselves with the power, beauty, joy and abundance
That is our True Self

Death always arrives bearing an invitation
Reach out and take it…
If not this time
Then the next… or the next… or the next…