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.
Yet, we throttle away from death?
Huddle, hide, and cower from it.
Is not the complacent blanket, as still as death?
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?
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?
Do we fear the loneliness of a rejection,
The stabbing of a departure,
The fog of the unknown?
Is it the promise of death that ceases seeking?
Or the rebuilding effects caused by suffering?
What if there is nothing?
What will we have worked for?
What will we have cried for?
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.
We fear that nothing is there
We fear the notion of aloneness
We fear that we endured for nothing
That is why death is now life.
What if nothing is there?
What then is our purpose?