The other side of nothingness: A different perspective
The second in a series of poems on death
Being in my seventies, I have decided that, since I am getting closer and closer to death, I must face that fact without fear. In the past, I have been afraid to even utter the word. I no longer want to fear that word and what it means. I am not dwelling on death, as that is not my nature. I simply want to explore what it means. I feel safe here in this community to open up and reveal my true feelings.
My first poem, "Nothingness" appeared to be sad to some readers. I actually was not sad when I wrote it and I don't think that the message is sad. It simply explores the possibility that there may be nothing, after death. However, that is not the only perspective I wish to explore.
I am not a religious person, but I believe in good and love and do not deny that there may be a life after death or, at least a state of energy, and possibly reincarnation. I would like to attempt to explore these possibilities through my poetry.
Instead of nothingness: A different perspective
And what if death is something so sublime
that I could not describe it if I tried.
A smoothe transition to another place
so lovely and exquisite
that I'll know that I have died.
A dreamy apparition takes my hand
and leads me into sunny fields of flowers.
I float among the petals, cool and smoothe
against my skin. And languish
in the fragrant bed for hours.
I feel no pain, no terror in my heart.
The sweet phantasma carries me away
to more remote and distant places
far beyond all sense. I dance the
dance of joy; my fears allay.
Past quiet birds encircling in the sky,
the only sounds the rustling of their wings
and murmuring of waters far below.
I see beneathe me remnants
of a life of worldly things.
It cannot hold me now. I soar to heav'n.
I hear a gentle, soft and soothing voice
that beckons me to bathe in sweet release
My soul no longer searching
does surrender and rejoice.