Thank you for your death poem, Zainab. In this time of World Pandemic, and terrorism in so many guises, it does seem that death is very brutal.
In my late teens I had a near drowning event. My canoe capsized and I was thrown into the river. I did not know how to swim then. In my panic I tried to swim upstream, only to find myself sinking down for the third and, what seemed, the final time. It was then that my consciousness shifted and I was watching from above, and watched my rescuer jump into the water and pull my body out. I then returned to body consciousness and sputtered thank you.
Although I was none too happy to be back in this heavy casing of a body.
From that time on when I look upon the horrors that happen on this planet, I have faith that the consciousness leaves, and we, the observers with our physical sight, see only bodies suffering.
Death has always fascinated me with its mystery of why these deaths happen the way and the when that they do, and what lies on the other side? Even wrote a book, The Teachings of Yama: A Conversation with Death. It came to me after I had a dream with death. It first was a poem and then evolved into the book.
So, yes, to your final line. I do believe there is a freeing that happens. And a new journey begins…or continues…It is a Divine Mystery.
