Death Considered

Death can be tragedy,
Preceding a majesty.
For some it's an ending,
For others it's, mending.

The end of descending, 
Begins a new rending.
Bending space-time,
To fine chimes,

Silly rhymes, silly rhymes, silly rhymes...

...As time draws to a close unity.
Loves divine opportunity.
Me? Well me, 
I found purity.

As space rose to toast ghosts, most verbose.
These hosts of lifes coasts, so engrossed.
In our physical journey.

Yet still.

They so wanna see
Blisssss.... 
In reality.

Death, like your breath is a point on a curve.
Macbeth! When it's fully observed.
For some it’s absurd, for others reserved.
Judgements Herd.
 
Many fearful birds, prefer instead, their turds blurred.

It's a mystery
It makes history 
Invokes some toward glum misery.
  
Yet, like volcanic caldera.
Tends the ends of an era.
The start of an intake
For those experiencing remake.
 
Cheerily, 
Death most curiously, 
Simply  IS...

The onset of clarity.
A clarity for, and of, WE.
A clarity that one day,
All of we.
We all shall see.

And there is, 
Most simply and absolutely 
nothing to fear.
My dear.

Oh dear.
My dear, dear departed.
So near and yet so far.

Blessings to one and all!

We are one and I love us.
You Am, We Am, I Am 
In Love
Space time will focus divine intent.
God Bless xx