Knowing Only the Light Death may be the blissful silence betwixt the notes of a melody,When time stretches out beyond the reach of space to contain;For the greater poetry in motion of our paradox of existence,For the blissful contentment, knowing I still know nothing.For the certainty life is greater, than any will ever know,What lies beyond any of our mere mortal imaginations,What all of our more beautiful words, fail to express.What all of our feeble concepts fail to ever capture,What great sciences, must always fail to quantify,What no keen observation could actually clarify.A singular infinity beyond mortal imagination,An infinite diversity, in infinite combinations,All passing before me, lost upon the horizon,Only to return to me, yet again, as I surrender.That place which even masters of all space-time,Respect as the fountain spring, the Mother of All!The origin of our spark within which can never die!Our own unspeakable, ignorant wisdom and virtue!Living well, justly, and beautifully are all one thing,In giving of ourselves we learn how to receive,In forgiving others, we pardon ourselves,In pardoning ourselves learn to live.Learning, how to be free at last,Learning how to let go again,Learning to love, once again!Love thy neighbor, as thyself!Trespass not, upon one another,And none shall trespass upon you.Opening our heart the mind follows,Treat others, better than they deserve,For what comes around, goes around!Sing the praises, to mama and papa!So all might yet, celebrate with you,Singing our song, every heart shares,None shall hold anything against you.In order to live we must all learn to accept death and suffering,In order live we must all find greater forgiveness and acceptance,As inevitably the sun must rise once again knowing only the light.
This was a harder poem to write then many of them despite it being relatively short and is along the lines of Japanese "funeral" Buddhism that they commonly rely upon for funerals and little else. Socrates said death may be greatest of all blessings and, even as an agnostic myself, I can still believe that. Life and existence itself are magical and when we cease to exist something of us remains nonetheless. At the very least, what makes life special can survive even the death of the universe.
