(10-28-04 college writing assignment: Go to the beach, pick an object and write about it: I saw a dead crab)
Becoming one with Death
Is to welcome the essence of Life.
The soul joins the twinkling stars
Ending all struggle and strife.
No more worries. No more searching
Just one last encompassing breath
The toil has ended and enlightenment has come
For that which was Life, is now Death
I joyfully go to be among my ancestors
To laugh, to embrace and to see
The journey that is never ending
Like a circle of light enchanting me
Becoming one with Death
Is to welcome the essence of Life.
The soul joins the twinkling stars
Ending all struggle and strife.
No more worries. No more searching
Just one last encompassing breath
The toil has ended and enlightenment has come
For that which was Life, is now Death
I joyfully go to be among my ancestors
To laugh, to embrace and to see
The journey that is never ending
Like a circle of light enchanting me
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