At Death's Touch

The ripples of life are erased When one enters through the door of death Not even a tear is shed to close the door of life As life is merged with the curtain of existence All identities lie scattered As death swallows all of your memories The remnants of time are left clinging to your lifeless body As if to scorn the face of time Your body goes into rigor mortis In protest of time's senseless attachments In death one is freed from the grasp of time There is no past, present and future All of existence is stitched to the realm of the spirit All of life is folded and pasted on the classroom of the unknown It's not the final gasp that pronounces the end of your life It's the life you left behind that propagates your existence It's the Love in you that illuminates your destination It's not unusual for death's touch to be a blessing To remove all senses of loneliness And dress you with the full garment of Love Bringing you into the house of God Love is the marvel of existence As it passes through the hands of death unscathed Love is the substance of existence That flows through the gate of death untouched Love is God ©