The Precipice Of Life

The Precipice Of Life


The storms of death came flowing in;
waves of darkness; canceling light;
I, who was outside, now am within;
standing on the precipice of life;

I‘d felt at peace; my mind conforming;
now standing on the brink of reality;
all life’s storms; come without warning;
enhancing feelings of duality.

I’d become overwhelmed by trepidations;
sensing an end was to come;
feeling I was entering the great tribulations;
would I become a part of the one?

Peace dissolved; like the morning fog;
darkness took away my breath;
would I soon discover, life’s analog;
would darkness lead to death?

Suddenly, I felt as though all alone;
my mind on the brink of despair;
was it my Master; calling me home;
did death consist of a where?

Thoughts crossed my mind; like a scroll;
there is no here; nor a there;
all life consists of a universal soul;
consciousness is everywhere.

This life is much like a rehearsal;
death is a part of sin’s wages;
consciousness is life universal;
death; the turning of pages.


Monty 8.20.25. # 2,928