Saturday, January 2, 2016


                    We don’t want to believe that when we’re dead
                    We’re gone, but only gone from Earthly life
                    And passed on to another plane that’s said
                    To be eternal, blissful, free from strife,
                    Which some call Heaven; others name it Source,
                    The provenance from which all life derives,
                    Assigning us a latent, innate course
                    That in our next life we may realize
                    Or not—which means we may return to try
                    Again, our goal being growth in consciousness,
                    Which can be registered from low to high,
                    The former causing dullness and duress,
                    The latter being our aim: enlightenment,
                     A state that wise ones say is Heaven sent.