Death

It finds us all, as we cross the river.
In every moment of sleep, it sweeps us away.
With every transformation,
Reborn from the husk of past life.
The balance of black and white,
Decay bringing new life.
Those of faith, the child, the believer,
Turn not away, but embrace and wonder.
As it guides through the pass,
Into the land of the setting sun.
The twilight reveals the portal,
As the veil lifts and the flag unfolds.
All is spirit, all is mind,
Sailing in the stream of source.
Fear not the illusion of ending,
It is but a beginning,
Simultaneous and relative.

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