Sept 10 2003 - Death

Im dieing. Im dieing to the past.  Im dieing to the illusions that were created in me. I'm dieing and I don't know where Im going. When I die I'd like to go to heaven. I'd like to walk in a reality where I do not fear. I'd like my death to be a symbol of conscious progression. I'd like to die and meet all the divine delights of the universe. Id like my death to take me to a high spiritual station. It could be tomorrow. It could be 10 years maybe later. All I know is that one day I will be dead to this moment, this moment will not grieve my death as this moment has died with me. A moment that has never been, a collection of perspectives not being perceived any more.

Death is not Taboo. Death our divine purpose. Death to the moment that no longer exists. With it is buried a former casket of my self, emotionless and still holding metaphoric symbolism of an unconceivable reflection.