Cheers – To Life… And Death

Cheers   To Life... And Death short poem

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heartbeat time flows swiftly by-
distilling within that certain pain inherent in understanding

a depth of grief is felt upon a fellow voyager’s departure-
somehow balanced by its magnetic partner- joy

sorrow slips in and out as we move through- NOW

accepting… releasing… death is present in every moment
remembering… forgetting… every exhale

death is difficult for those in fear
life has the potential to be infinitely interesting
death is simply infinite

never-ending bliss is as absurd as eternal damnation
a soul’s one concern is growth

to be as god is to BE- all knowing
still religions preach endless limitation
our very existence expresses our connection to goddess
yet the closest place to find them is within

and when you find god/goddess
you find your self…
and you find yourself-
home

om…

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Nadeem Qazilbash
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The ultimate truth, divinity, Om. Wonderful, spiritually stimulating.

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