Copyright © 2009 Ernest Bloom.
A series of doors down
the long, white corridor open with
diminishing panic. You witness
your death and separation of soul
from flesh, over and over again.
Step across the threshold and awaken:
catharsis! You're the newborn superman
suspended in fresh magic: your self,
your cosmos, all at the same time.
The serenity is profound.
Interesting ideology. Your life as a long corridor that's only leading onto something grander, something a thousand fold more profound, the existence beyond the bodily confines. You can also think about this in metaphorical terms. When you stop worrying about death too much, you gain a new level of existence, a wholly more proficient life. You live with the present and the near future and your ecstasy is unmarred by the notion of death which will or will not come anyway, you can't do much about.
ReplyDeleteI liked the space before the last line, emphasizes the serenity and all.