content warning
actual death
some description of the great beyond

intentions
witness flight
witness prediction in fruition
witness isolation (from humans)
witness oneness
be not afraid.

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series
listening to death
13

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on sunday six july twothousandzerohundredstwentyfive
this human body died

this experience
this memory
this being

had to be held safe / secret / tenderly
close to our heart for one week
while us navigated the difficulties of life post mortem
while us navigated the difficulties of being held hostage
by those who do not know how to cherish death / life

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us do not feel much different

us had been making peace with death for these last six months

and so it is no surprise that ours was a peaceful death

a death of boundless radiant joy

boundless

this is not of human nature

us too are bound by many things

ourselves

boundaries are good / necessary / healthy / reminders

what was a surprise

was death

our death was most certainly not expected / pursued / desired

never has been

even admidst the intensity of our pain

us have always craved life

so yes

death was a surprise

blissful though it was

us was merely meditating on the feeling / concept of happiness / love

us did not know

until much later

the surprise

that our pain was so high

that the single happiest / most loving thing us could do

was die

embraced by the light

resonating / vibrating / frequencing with the crystal clear shine of death’s laughter

you see

death does not whisper

death does not beckon nor tempt nor steal

death is far more true than to need such low measures / means / ways

death merely waits

arms outstretched

smiling from bony ear hole to bony ear hole

with hollowed kind eyes who see us and want us anyways

the sound of death is a tea kettle whistling

and

the sound of sunsheen

starglow

bouncing off that smooth metal surface

a high pitch shine that glows / grows bright and brighter and brighter and brighter and brighter

and brighter

the sound of of death is the sound of welcome

they long to bestow us with the grand and glorious purpose

and you

and we

and us too

were made for

specifically

individually

they know how happy we will be

when we finally let ourselves just be

finally let ourselves just love

finally let our hollow / incomplete image off who we think to be

go.

life’s first laugh.

death’s final joke.

as babies keening in a brave new light.

star stuff.

cosmic compost.

<< you matter >>

.

us can still hear the friendly kettle boiling / whistling / shining / blowing / chiming / sheening

us just know it is not our time for tea

in any case

us have lost the path to your home

and

do not want to find it again

so

soon

so

see you in a while my friend.

i look forward to sitting down with you properly some day

in a moment

but not yet.

for now i will laugh my baby laugh

and reach for the stars.

—thirteen july twothousandzerohundredstwentyfive