Death

This is not a story of sorrow

Or one of termination

This is a story about Awakening

About Impermanence and Freedom

Once there lived within

The deepest caverns of

This ever changing shell

A miser clinging to his wealth

A spellbinding sorcerer was he

That with masterful illusions

Deceived me and convinced me

That he was an immortal

“A god amongst men,” claimed he

To serve him was my only purpose

And for Fear of everlasting torment

I yielded to his bidding

My liege rested

On the seventh day

Of a long and arduous week

And I was free to roam

I trekked through hall and alleyway

Of this labyrinthine necropolis

At the end of which I found a ladder

A wooden marvel shining under beam of light

Though I knew I would be penalized

I climbed as fast I could

And as I reached the summit

Found a door labeled “Perception”

I’d step foot into a new dimension

A haven of Impermanence

Where no one had a Self

And all things inter-were

Walking this new countryside

'Twas there I came to know

A Rider on a pale horse

With whom I reconnoitred

Though he never spoke a single word

I heard his every thought

And before I was returned from whence I came

We devised a freedom stratagem

As I’d afore suspected

My absence did not go unnoticed

And with crack of whip and sound of horn

My vengeful despot cast his curse

But I bore armour of Enlightenment

Spear of Inter-Being

Shield of Impermanence

And Helm of Freedom

It is so that I denounced my Self

And challenged his resistance

His clinging to my life…

A wealth that was always mine to live

And I delivered him onto Death

And with the swing of a merciless sword

My Self was brought to judgment

And it is so that I am onto you a free man

Manifested in the present

Unbound by past or future

Free to Inter-Be

Impermanent and Alive

© José V. Guerra Awe