Is it death that we fear?
Is it the imminence of death that terminates life?
I think not, for why would we fear death
When Heaven is shouting, pure paradise.
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Yet, we throttle away from death?
Huddle, hide, and cower from it.
Is not the complacent blanket, as still as death?
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No, I don’t believe death is what we truly fear
Each day we wish for the tranquility of Nirvana.
So what is it that weights us in pause?
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Could it be suffering?
The consciousness of pain,
Of unanswered questions,
Of unquenchable yearnings?
Do we fear suffering?
Is that why we live the dormancy of death?
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Do we fear the loneliness of a rejection,
The stabbing of a departure,
The fog of the unknown?
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Is it the promise of death that ceases seeking?
Or the rebuilding effects caused by suffering?
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What if there is nothing?
What will we have worked for?
What will we have cried for?
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No, no, it’s not death that we fear,
That keeps us at a standstill.
The end is soothing answers;
If the teachings are true.
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We fear that nothing is there
We fear the notion of aloneness
We fear that we endured for nothing
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That is why death is now life.
What if nothing is there?
What then is our purpose?
